Quotes

It's been pointed out that I have been mssing my quotes recently. I remembered something that I said to someone years ago. Another American actually, Maria knows her, girl called Lyndsey who was seeing a friend of mine. It was end of term and everyone in the world had gone home except for me. Anyway, she had been to Spain and she came by for a few beers before she headed off back stateside. I completely forget the context and we were both drunk but I remember she had this book that she wrote stuff in about people she'd met over here. Under my name was justa bunch of crap that I had come out with, pride of place was this quote:

There's a fine line between love and nausea

I liked it, and she didn't stop laughing for a while so that's good enough for me.