Do not disturb. Already there.

A split second later, my life flashed before my eyes, and I came to one important conclusion about it. It was fun while it lasted.

No. This has to do with drugs." My jaw fell open and I almost lost my toothbrush. "You're on drugs?" She pressed her mouth together. "No. You are." "I'm on drugs?" I asked, stunned. I had no idea.

Pretending to drink coffee was similar to faking an orgasm.

What did one say to a stalker? Um, pardon me, Mr.Stalker, but could you, like, not?

He's helped me a lot over the years." "I'm sure he has. You scratch his back. He scratches yours." "I have skin allergies. I'm itchy.

I'd have a longer attention span if there weren't so many shiny things.