These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.

I swear I could write a book about all the things no one has ever thanked me for.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

Forget love. Try good manners.

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.

I am the kind of woman who loves hurricanes. They put me in a party mood. Make me want to eat oysters on the half shell, and act slutty.