Me? My date for the night is a sticky magazine.
I used to believe in destiny, you know.
I'd go to the bagel place, see a pretty girl in line, reading my favorite novel,
whistling the song that's been stuck in my head all week, and I'd think:
"Hey, maybe she's the one"
Now I think, "I just know that bitch is gonna take the last whole wheat-everything bagel."
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It's just every day I think I believe a little less..
And thats sucks..
<How I Met Your Mother, s07ep1, The Best Man>
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