My life so far has been a long series of things I wasn't ready for.

Maybe I'm lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the wrong direction

Thanks to my computer, I have now achieved a much higher state of disorganization.

Don't call it freedom, unless it includes the freedom to be absolutely disgusting.

Nothing really matters except a few things that really don't matter very much.

One problem I have definitely solved is the problem of not having enough to worry about.

Why does life keep teaching me lessons I have no desire to learn?