I don't like my feet. I'm not crazy about anybody's feet. But I have flat feet.
I never liked dance photography; it's very flat, and dance photography in the studio looks very contrived.
When I've done somewhat scripted stuff, it feels a little flat. It feels like there's not much life behind it.
I love wearing flat shoes, but I am not one of those girls who walks around in sweat pants and sneakers.
I would love to work more - I really would - but there is not a lot of stuff around and the stuff that is around is not very complicated; it tends to lie a little flat.
I don't wear heels. I'm all about flats from Chanel and wedges. I love my Gucci wedge boots.
I hate my stomach. It's impossible to get it flat, and the area around my belly button drives me crazy.
The world is not flat, and PCs are not, in the hierarchy of human needs, in the first five rungs.
A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.
Columbus: [a zombie is crushed by a falling piano] Poor flat bastard.
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It’s hard to go. It’s scary and lonely…and half the time you’ll be wondering why the hell you’re in Cincinnati or Austin or North Dakota or Mongolia or wherever your melodious little finger-plucking heinie takes you. There will be boondoggl...
Sometimes when I read before bed I get so tired that my eyes gloss over the sentences without actually taking in any information, as my mind wanders in a pre dream state. That’s also how I drive 99% of the time. The other 1% I’m just flat-out asl...
You have terminated me,” one of them said in a strange, flat voice. “But I am one of many.” “Robots!” Iggy breathed, taking Total from Angel. “One of many, one of many, one of many,” the robot Eraser was saying. Now Nudge saw the red li...
