I've been stabbed before. Barely a week ago, in fact. AND I've been audited, AND I come from a broken home. In short - no offense, shorty - you don't scare me.

It never failed—I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks.

I've been stabbed before. Barely a week ago, in fact. AND I've been audited, AND I come from a broken home. In short - no offense, shorty - you don't scare me.

Wow, girlfriend, you're incompatible with life! And here I thought I was just incompatible with pink.

He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.

I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.

Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.