I've decided to retreat to the spirit world where I feel appreciated and understood.

Whenever I'm around people it causes me to feel nostalgic for the loneliness that drove me into their presence in the first place.

Sex sells, unless you're dehydrated in which case you'd be much more likely to purchase water.

We should create a holiday that celebrates money for what it is, essentially worthless paper, upon which we agree to pretend it has value.

I would imagine that most of the people who consider themselves successful aren't, at least in the ways that really matter-myself included.

I'd like to expand the definition of the word 'success' to include 'failure' as the one seems inseparable from the other.

Being homeless is awful, but if you've ever tried to wrestle a duvet cover back onto a comforter you realise it's not without it's benefits.