Adrianne Brooks Quotes

Who the hell would consider being the female equivalent of Justin Bieber a curse? If you're whining about the world being your stage and every male on it your thirteen-year-old fan girl, then my sympathy level just dropped exponentially.

I spent a wretched five minutes throwing up everything I'd ever eaten, ever thought about eating, or would eat in the future. I

What is this?"

"It's a Harley."

I looked at him from the corner of my eye before turning my silent censure back onto his bike.

"I was implying that you should take me to your big boy mode of transportation instead.

Somewhere along the line, I'd developed a deep, burning dislike for the human race. There seemed to be no cure.

Note to self: I take entirely too much pleasure in causing bodily harm to others.

The main thing that I loved about living alone was the silence. Sometimes simply talking to people was like listening to white noise. Often I could tune the sound out and be all right, but other times it was like hearing nails on a chalkboard - almost painful.

I don't know anyone but television assassins and serial killers who've perfected the art of sounding deadly over the telephone as well as my mother has.

You like Superman?"
I shrugged, "He lacks the boyish charm of Spiderman, but he's alright."
"I'm like Superman."
I rolled my eyes. "This should be good. And who am I? Louis Lane?"
A solemn shake of his head, and then his hands were tangling in my hair. "You're kryptonite.

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Commence mental back patting.

It was like being told that there was a Santa Clause and that he was every bit as awesome as you'd always thought he would be…but that he had terminal cancer and would be gone by the end of the month. My inner child just got raped by reality.

I told them that I'd need a larger casket."

I don't want to know. "Why?"

"Because I plan on spending the majority of my afterlife turning over in my grave while Elizabeth Adler rubs the fact that she already has three grandkids and a handsome son-in-law in my face.

He was built like a Spartan (the Gerard Butler kind, Nom).

He made a low, unhappy, sound in the back of his throat as he followed, and I felt my own spirits lift at his darkening mood. Childish? Yes. But I found that I could live with the moniker.

I laughed. "What the hell are you learning from Ebony?" "How to be a strong black woman?" I