Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket? ~Bumper sticker~

While I was busy reminiscing about my first day on earth, I had forgotten that I was falling to my death. Damned ADD.

Dead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.

You know you have ADD when Look A chicken - T-shirt

You rented the apartment with a dead guy in the corner?” I shrugged. “I wanted the apartment, and I figured I could cover him up with a bookcase or something.

No, no, no, no, no. Anything but murder. Or rape. Or kidnapping. Or armed robbery. Or indecent exposure, ’cause that’s just creepy.

Hey, boss. Where are you?” she asked. “I just picked up something to eat. What about professional belly dancers?” “Um, I don’t know, maybe with horseradish.