I may have no idea what I'm talking about," I said, a little ticked off now. "But we're all a part of a minority waiting for a majority to pull their heads out of their asses.

I have a sack of hate mail that I want to respond to. One day, when I’m tired or tipsy, I will respond and tell them what I think.

I don’t think I have the right parts to appreciate '50 Shades of Grey'.

Sometimes you have good days, and sometimes you have bad days. It really depends on how much caffeine you've had.

I almost shat my pants. Literally, the floor was almost covered in my shat.

I know I'm bitter and a little jaded, and mildly enjoy it, but am I a sad person? Am I happy? I plan on being happy in the future for sure, but it isn't here yet. So what does that make me, exactly?

Right now, we're living in an ugly chapter of our lives, but books always get better!