YOU are using a frisbee as a plate." "Uh, what? I'm not using a--oh hang on, this is a frisbee. Weird." Victor glared at me. "Dude, calm down, I'll wash it afterward. It's probably dishwasher safe.

Meanwhile, I was doodling pictures of vampiric cougars.

A house should look lived in, and I consider it clean as long as I don't stick to it and it doesn't give me cholera.

I can finally see that all the terrible parts of my life, the embarrassing parts, the incidents I wanted to pretend never happened, and the things that make me "weird" and "different," were actually the most important parts of my life. They were the parts that made me ME.

...and whenever I had menstral cramps, I could just pretend that Voldemort was close.

I very much own the fact that I'm a misfit. The Internet makes everyone realize they're screwed up.

A hug is like a strangle you haven't finished yet.