But things were different now. I finally had my head -pun intended- on straight.

When you feel like an outsider - for whatever reason - you spend a lot of time alone.

But he's looking for love in all the wrong places. Like fancy under catalogs At least he knows enough not to date while he's campaigning

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

Not like this vision before us, who was shaking water out of his slightly overlong reddish-brown hair as he leaned over to lay down his board (revealing, as he did so, the fact that beneath his baggy swim trunks—so weighted down with water that they had sunk somewhat dangerously low on his hips—lurked what appeared to be an exceptionally well-formed gluteus maximus)

How to be the best that you can be

oh my god, she said are you going to be reasonable about this?