Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no?

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

n the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.