I'm pretty happy for someone who struggles with happiness.
It's difficult to feel silly and depressed at the same time, but I manage.
Comedy is a cruel mistress, especially if you're already seeing a really cruel mistress.
Every time I see someone taking care of a baby, I think why in the world would anyone willingly saddle themselves with that responsibility?
Maybe necrophiliacs are just people that want to have sex without a lot of talking.
Gotta get rid of these free radicals, but first I need to figure out what they are.