Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!

Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

And the seventh rule is if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

At the last minute, I couldn't wear the Hitler mustache because Tiger Stripe ate it; and then I didn't want to take my kitty and risk his coughing up some big Nazi hairball on someone's front stoop.