From Bitches:
Daisy:
It's also not the sad drinking alone if you are in the bath, primping to go out (or stay in), relaxing after a crap day or watching a sport.
MM:
What about staring unseeing at the television?
Daisy:
That's between you and the despairing howly voice in your head.
COMMing the wife is always a dicey proposition but really it seems worthy...
JZ:
I still can't believe that two years ago she didn't exist, a year ago there was just a possible person, and now there's a full entire human, all known and mysterious, made out of sex and a handful of cells. Humans are so improbable, really.
Cass:
I can hear "Sounds of Silence" blaring through the walls. At 2 a.m.
Neighbors have discovered irony.
ita, talking about her mother:
She has a nasty almost-psychic trait I've grown to hate ever since, the morning after I lost my virginity, she called to ask how I was doing and if any of my friends had done anything special for me the day before.
Matt the Bruins fan:
Wow. Captain D's must be seasoning its shrimp with crack. I just woke up out of a dream about participating in a NASCAR-type race. And Halle Berry was an old high school friend (yet still the famous actress in present day) who was flirting with me.
I bet somewhere there's a straight redneck who was just shaken to his core by a dream about making out with Ben Browder at a hockey game.
In Bitches, the foibles of dating:
meara: Honestly, having a girlfriend takes too much time--how do I fix that? Without making her feel like it's personal? I know she'll take it personal.
Erin: I like to date people who go out of town a lot. Because then I can see them occasionally. When I want. If I want. In conclusion, I can be meara's LD GF. We'll talk on the phone and never have sex. You can totally cheat on me with other women. It'll be very 60's WASP.
meara: Erin, we should TOTALLY be long-distance dating. :) Though I think ideally I'd be long distance dating someone who was either (a) within driving range, just a little far (5 hours? can't do it spur of the moment one night, but OK for a weekend), or (b) a frequent/cheap plane ride away (Chicago?)
Erin: meara, I'll get right on the moving to Chi bit. And the gay bit. I'll...um...practice? Role-play?! Soon, I swear. Really. Do you still love me? Hold me!
In Natter, Strega, quotes this:
Buffista diversity: some of us want a cabana boy; others, pneumatic tubes.
And adds her own take:
...So nobody else went to a Brave New World place with "pneumatic tubes"? Because I seriously couldn't believe that hadn't been COMMed by the time I read it. And then I thought, "Maybe I'm the only one interpreting that in a filthy way. In which case, I win!"