I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.
J.A. RedmerskiIโm not a follower. I never have been. But Iโll definitely become someone Iโm not for a few hours if itโll make me blend in rather than make me a blatant eye sore and draw attention.
J.A. RedmerskiHeart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.
J.A. RedmerskiThis goes against everything that I am, Sarai," he says and then kisses me. "No, it doesn't," I whisper and kiss him back. "It's you becoming more of who you really are.
J.A. RedmerskiI think it was the one thing I didnโt like about him or about guys in general: when a girl says she doesnโt want to talk about it, the truth is that she usually does. I wanted him to pry it out of me. Of course, I wouldโve pretended to be a little angry that he didnโt just leave me alone, but eventually I wouldโve told him, when I was tired of pretending.
J.A. Redmerski