People ask all the time, "What are you thinking?" It's my least favorite question in the world. The last bastion of solace is my mind. It's an invasion.
I'm still alive, which is pretty cool.
I have Tiger Blood running through my vains.
Sometimes the right choice seems great at the moment, but then suddenly it's as if somebody detonated a suicide bomb.
The last time I used? What do you mean? I used my toaster this morning.
When friends asked me, Can we help? I'd say, Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest or teleport me off this rock. I used that line from Star Wars.