We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?

Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.

That’s what I like about sports. No matter if everyone playing the game speaks completely different languages, on the field, or the court, wherever they are playing, the language of moves and passes and scores is all the same. Universal.

Things change all the time, mostly in little ways.

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Nick and I could become goodwill ambassadors for the city now that the porno shops on 42nd Street are gone. Must make mental note to contact mayor.

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare.