I got mugged about six months ago. The oddest thing about the entire situation, though, was that I wasn't afraid, which is strange because basically I experience my life through two primary emotions: fear and suppressed fear.

I have no ability to develop muscle tone. I could do situps all day and still look like a condom full of walnuts.

There's something profoundly disturbing about watching an old guy eat a sandwich.

That which does not kill you isn't finished.

Cupcakes - when you want to watch your weight, but still feel the pride that comes with eating an entire cake.

Every time I fold the baby's clothes I feel like a giant that got a housekeeping job with a nice family.

I don't really like myself, but I'm way into me, physically.