Alan Shore: (He comes in) Shirley. Carl. (He walks up to her desk) Shirley, uh, (He leans in). Do you find me terribly sexist? 

(Shirley laughs) This isn’t funny. (Shirley is still laughing) Answer the question. 

Shirley Schmidt: Before I respond, could you answer a question for me? Are you finished fiddling with my cheerleader outfit?

Alan Shore: (He laughs embarrassedly) That’s just… a textile fetish.

Shirley Schmidt: Alan! (She laughs) 
 

Alan Shore: I respect women. Every part of a woman…

Shirley Schmidt: I’d say especially the parts. 

Alan Shore: That’s right! So… that isn’t true, Shirley. Is it?

Shirley Schmidt: Alan, you know you are an iconic letch. If it will make you feel any better sometimes even I like being ogled by you.

Carl Sack: Ah. So do I.

Shirley Schmidt: I think the problem you’re having is you feel reduced by the label. You’re not a simple man, you’re extremely complicated, brilliant, funny, profoundly layered, but fundamentally (Alan leaves) you are an incorrigible, irrepressible… dog.  With a textile fetish! (Alan stops a bit and keeps working)

Carl Sack: I love this place.
 

------ Boston Legal 5x03 Dances with Wolves aired on October 6, 2008

人多会喜欢品头论足，说三道四；我们也爱把别人的话当回事儿，被冠了名心里忧怨的紧。

今儿高兴，我发现我让人给链接了   。有图为证。

 

原来我还挺文艺的哈

放假在家赖床赖得心发慌脚发凉，于是在屋里庁里飘来飘去，倒了一锅绿豆汤（因为昨晚忘了放进冰箱咧，馊咧），煮了一锅绿豆汤（他们不知道我倒咧一锅），嗑了一大罐泡椒凤爪，剩下最后几口拍照留念。那啥王瑶美眉对不起了哈，本来明天想带点给你粗滴，555，我没忍住都粗咧   。虽然你不知道我要给你带我自己做滴泡椒凤爪，我向你保证，下次我一定忍住。

《夕阳下滴泡椒凤爪》

啃完了我又失落了，咋才4点半呢，于是拎起菜刀开始做饭。放假真辛苦啊，平时勤劳善良心灵手巧的东北大哥们在我下班进门儿前就把饭菜上桌、碗筷摆齐、饮料倒好了，吃完了我就一抹嘴靠在沙发上扯扯淡、消消食儿，碗都不用洗。任何事件的发生都能找到逻辑的解释，这半年的10斤肥膘不是白来喋   ~~~

不到六点，六菜一汤就搞好了。人还没回来呢？咋还不回来呢？都几点了还不回来啊？那我搞搞卫生好啦，一顿狂吸，一顿狂擦，一顿狂洗………
8：55pm 好无聊，在网上乱转，看了googlephone，看了Chuck女朋友的房间，原来有人跟我一样喜欢它的decor呀，看了MacBook Pro，看了娇兰，看了Olivia 的旗袍，看了巧克力，看了酒吧，看了spa，看了Burberry，看了日本gay 小熊，他很肥，看了"北京蛮有名的一对GAY”，他们挺可爱的，看了minox，看了琉璃，看了Dermalogica，看了好多动物，看了钱贝妮，看见我的链接，好兴奋，发愤写博。
01：37am， 我又饿了，王哥给我来碗儿绿豆汤！

最近两个月没干别的,几乎所有的闲暇时间都在反反复复的看《Boston Legal . 波士顿法律》，我爱死 Alan Shore 了。James Spader 诠释的这个男人太性感了，像毒品一样会让人上瘾。

就是这个小胖子

梅干菜扣肉

刚刚蒸好的样子，不油不腻哦

最后勾芡上桌

Carrie(Sex & the city) once said "The world is made up of two types of women, the simple girls and the Katie girls." The simple girls are meant to be conquered, taken and live happily ever after with their intruders. Someone who needs ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't live without each other love is just too complicated, too much to handle and will turn out to be a Katie girl. Katie girl never gets her Hubbell, Katie girl always find herself heartbreaking, Katie girl has to see her man make another simple girl happy.

Breaking up with someone can never be sweet, going through it all by yourself is certainly unbearably painful. It can be the cruelest thing you could possibly do to yourself, and yet, the best way to punish too. For repeating the same mistake, for drowning into the relationship and almost loose yourself, for down to the core you can never give in to something that'll probably lead you to true happiness eventually.

Saturday, woke up in late afternoon, 3 hours laundry, half pack of instant noodle, soaking in the bubble tub with a glass of Chivas on the rock, smooth Jazz and dancing smoke of Marlboro Light, still nowhere to escape. Only, when I don't have him anymore, all these overwhelming feelings towards him started torturing me. I live in a mine field, he's everywhere, waiting to explode my heart into pieces. Even with all the distractions, not a single second, have I ever stop thinking about him, about this helpless relationship I had with him. Memories flashes right up to me, about how we used to be, flooded emotions dragging me into an endless emptiness. I felt lonely than ever, I still smell him all over me. I'm being hunted.

Saturday night, used to be sweet and intimate, it's like a glass of red, full of temptation. The ruby color of the wine blinds my eyes, blinds my mind. The aroma of the wine fills my senses, fills my soul. A totally irresistible seduction, often, I wished I could seal that moment, and live in that moment forever. But, we both know a moment is just a moment, a kiss is just a kiss, we can never seal the moment with a kiss.

Our relationship is based on an assumption of sexual needs, two independent souls belong to different worlds cuddle together for selfish basic instincts. It will be ended at some point, we just don't know when, we just don't want to think about it, we just let it down and drown and being lust, being low, show no respect to that thing called love. But very quickly, I could no longer be satisfied with what we had. The more I laughed at people in love, the eagerer I became to acquiring certain commitment, a sign, a prove which is so hard for him to give to me. So there were the conflicts, the hating, the mixture of anger and jealousy, the questioning of why I had never actually being into his life. Being around him, I thought I was not like me anymore but something belongs to him with no sign of an independent being. And with all those thoughts which absolutely terrified me and could not be released anywhere, every now and then I lost control and made the relationship even tenser and more fragile. We can talk about everything else in the whole universe, but we could never talk about love. The only word we used is feeling, we have feeling to each other, that's bullshit! I couldn't say love aloud for hating him and being proud, and he pretended we were just fine. As time passes, it seemed more hopelessly impossible. I have to admit I have commitment issue as he does, but I think the real reason is that we can't break each other.

Now he's no longer in my life, leaving all the stuff with our memories causing me so much pain I could finally be able to see it clearly, of how less important of the things I was being so persistent. But, this is just me, can't be changed. They say that love is a process, not an event. I actually had it all. Being happy, exited, crazy, envy, conquer, be taken, disappointed, hurt, hate, leave a deep cut in each other's heart......

I survived, again, and at this point of releasing his ghost out of my soul, with gratitude, I shall say to him: Ta-Ta, my love! I'll always remember the way we were.

The Way We Were - Barbra Streisand

Mem’ries,
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were

Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?

Mem’ries,
May be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...

Written by A.Bergman, M.Bergman & M.Hamlisch

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