When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

So if you think this is going to save you...If you think anything is going to save you...Please consider this your final warning.

I've been choking to death for years. By now this should be easy.

We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra...

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

I think standardization is really the first step to something being commodified.

Yes, these are bruises from fighting and I'm okay with that.