...And in freedom, most people find sin.

Cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next.

You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.

My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

I call my mom from the car. I tell her that Neutral Milk Hotel is playing at the Hideout and she says, "Who? What? You're hiding out?" And then I hum a few bars of one of their songs and Mom says, "Oh, I know that song. It's on the mix you made me," and I say, "Right," and she says, "Well you have to be back by eleven," and I say, "Mom this is a historical event. History doesn't have a curfew," and she says, "Back by eleven," and I say, "Fine. Jesus," and then she has to go cut cancer out of someone.

By the way, I've decided to start referring to myself exclusively as 'Daddy.' Everytime Daddy would otherwise say 'I' or 'Me,' Daddy is now going to say 'Daddy.

Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.