I'm always prepared for the worst.

In some ways, blogging is like drinking - it gives a person permission to be a total asshole.

I don't really think of my blog as a real blog. It's a lame blog. It's more like my when-the-mood-strikes update, or smoke signal.

Truthfulness itself is almost medication, even when it’s served without advice or insight.

I hate news and information and anything that threatens to puncture the bubble of oblivion in which I live.

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it.