This is the biggest mistake I could think would save me. I wanted to give up the idea that I had any control. Shake things up. To be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.

I think America is just so in love with conflict.

Griping isn't the same as creating something. Rebelling isn't rebuilding. Ridiculing isn't replacing. We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

There is nothing special in the world. nothing magic. just physics.

You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?

New carpet will exude poisonous formaldehyde for up to two years after it'd been laid. I know the feeling.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.