(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.

At the end of the day, it's a series of individual challenges played out against a team defense. It's a psersonal test every time I step into the batter's box: Can I do better than the last time? And that's why I love it.

. . . but there's a restraining order in place.' She speaks slowly, choosing her words carefully. 'I'm not supposed to be this close to you.' You were never supposed to be this close to me,' I say, and I have no idea why.

If I think she' hot and it turns out she's a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I'm totally not ready for that kind of therapy.

This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.

Yes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply; Life did not mean pain.

[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.