Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don't weigh them down like a sack full of stones

The Little Drummer Boy was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy senseless with his own drumsticks.

I think about how we can't always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we're lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can't help wanting to go back to. We think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.

Some things you can fix, and some things you can't. And I just think it is a shame to walk away from the things you can.

Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don't weigh them down like a sack full of stones

Precision about language can be really, really annoying. It can make you miss the point of what the other person is saying altogether.

Guys don't go for me. Period. I don't distract them. They don't sneak glances in my direction. They don't think of me when I'm not standing right in front of them. I'm scenery. I'm background.