My mind wanders a lot, but fortunately it's too weak to go very far.
I believe in facing reality. But only because I don't like turning my back on it.
The Senate being tied is a start. Now, if only it could be gagged.
When you come into the world you have nothing... when you leave you have nothing... and in between there's the IRS.
Money talks — but credit has an echo.
Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but I can usually sedate him with four or five cupcakes.