...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

I want to be violated by insight.

But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think? Before she knew it was candles, did she think she'd done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips, and the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?

I'm obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s. It's such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.

You can ruin anything if you focus at it.

I give boring people something to discuss over corn.