Tell me Jesse, does she sigh when you kiss her too

If all people became ghosts my social life would be so over" - Suze Simon in the Mediator

I've only been gone a week," I reminded him. Well, a week's a long time. It's seven days. Which is one hundred and sixty-eight hours. Which is ten thousand, eighty minutes. Which is six hundred thousand, for hundred seconds.

But I intend to enjoy the weeks I have left with you to the fullest. Because I know from my study of the philosophy of time, whatever is going to happen in the future is already unavoidable.

But it’s there. Just because I haven’t told anyone doesn’t mean it isn’t there, all the time, lurking in the back of my mind, like one those NSync songs you can’t get out of your head.

Emerson:bite me Whitne:you wish

It's what's known as an origin myth. What happened to me? That's no myth.