Let's be the movie "Heathers"!

I'm red.

I’m CORN-NUTS!

I'm mineral water.

I'm the proper use of the word "myriad."

I'm impressive.

I'm the dead gay son.

I love my dead, gay son.

I can’t right now. I gotta motor, mom, if I’m gonna make it to the pep rally.

I'm Mirtha Dumptruck's fat ass.

I'm the patronized bunny rabbit.

I’m breakfast.

I'm the red licorice.

I'm Christian Slater's awful Jack Nicholson impersonation.

I'm a MEGA-Bitch!!!

I'm the carefully concealed Santa Monica scenery subbing for 'Sherwood, Ohio'.

I'm the rinse and spit.

I'm Moby Dick.

I’m the teenage angst bullshit that now has a body count.

I'm Veronica's dresser with punctuation mark handles.

I'm the MTV video games.

I'm Teenage Suicide Don't Do It by Big Fun.

I’m the petition. Sign me!

I'm a lunchtime poll.

I'm date rapes and AIDS jokes.

I'm Heather's DAMAGE

I'm Veronica's monocle.

I’m Todd. My dad’s the biggest stockbroker in Ohio.

I'm a dog-eared and highlighted copy of Moby Dick.

Bulimia is so ‘87, Heather.

I'm Brenda pretending to be a Heather.

I'm hot snatch.

I'm Heather's Swatch watch.

I’m the game of croquet.

I'm little miss voice of a generation.

I'm the pate.

I'm the five that keeps the neighborhood alive.

I'm the ease of making someone do whatever you want by calling them "chicken".

I'm spaghetti and oregano.

I’m Betty Finn.

I'm the weird way that Christian Slater speaks.

I'm the brain tumor had for breakfast.

I am the monocle.

I am the burst of cleansing synchronicity when TV cameras happened on to our path.

I"m Heather Chandler, who asked if Veronica had a brain tumor for breakfast. The actress who played me, Kim Walker, died young of a brain tumor :-(

I'm the five million dollars that you inherit before aliens blow up the earth.

I'm the game of doubles tennis that adult life is.

I'm Betty's daydreams.

I’m the rumored sword fight in Veronica’s mouth.

I’m corn nuts, the last words spoken by Heather Chandler as she crashed through her tasteful and moderately expensive glass table.

I'm R40 and R41 and I won't bother to read a thread before I post.

R49 Weird, I searched before posting and monocle didn't appear.

Dear Datalounge: My teen angst bullshit now has a body count.”

“You were nothing before you met me Dataloungers. You were playing Barbies with Betty Finn. You were a Bluebird. You were a Brownie. You were a Girl Scout Cookie.

Transfer to Lipstick Alley. Transfer to Dlisted. No one at Datalounge is going to let you play their reindeer games.

I'm The Bell Jar Cliffsnotes

I'm the shuttle.

I’m the mineral water and Joan Crawford candy dish

I'm Kurt's and Ram's boxer shorts.

I’m “Oh yeah, that’s it.”

I'm the perverse photography involving tennis raquets.

I’m Diet Coke

I'm Heather Graham, wishing my parents had let me make this movie.

I’m Winona Ruder’s Montblanc pen she diaries with.

R56 Kurt wore boxers. Ram wore tighter whiteys

I guess you watched it more closely than I, r62. Which makes me blue.

I'm school. I'm canceled today because Kurt and Ram killed themselves in a repressed homosexual suicide pact.

I’m……Tweety.

I’m the Director.

I never directed another great film, and had to move to TV.

I’m Africa, a real party continent.

I’m shower-nozzle masturbation fantasies for a week.

I'm very.

I’m the neon HOT PROBS sign.

I'm The Flintstones radio JD blows up at his house.

R66 I’m Hudson Hawk.

I'm the cardigan Courtney just got last night at Limited. Like totally blew her allowance.

I'm the Joan Crawford postcard.

I'm the haunting harmonica solo.

I'm JD's mother waving from a building before it's demolished around me.

I’m the poor, defenseless, yet tasteful and moderately expensive glass table that was pointlessly destroyed in this unnecessary movie that had a shocking dearth of poo cameos.

I'm the cherry slushee from Snappy Snack Shack.

Is this turnout weak or what? I had at least 70 more people at my funeral. My GAWD, Veronica. The after-life is SO BORING! If I have to sing Kumbaya one more time...

I'm getting hit in the head with a croquet ball.

I’m the cow that was tipped

I’m the posters here who are living in the past

I'm the musical, "Heathers"!