And I'm a pair of pants with a hole scorched through the ass?

Librarians are like crack dealers when it comes to hooking small children.

You become uneasy with people in direct proportion to how many lies you have to keep track of in their presence.

And I'm a pair of pants with a hole scorched through the ass?

You know what gives me the courage to keep on living? The courage to love myself a little? It's having a whole bunch of friends who really give a goddamn. When you share pain, there's less of it, and when you share joy, there's more of it.

Now that I finally have the time for it, this web surfing stuff turns out to be as interesting and fun and addictive as you've all been telling me. Zipping from link to link, chasing an idea across the noosphere, sucking up information like a killer whale - way cool.

Shared joy is increased, shared pain is lessened.