The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

I'm only being cute here. I don't really mean it. I just wanted to make you smile.

Most of the people I know who were raised to be accommodating or were raised to just be nice and put everybody's needs ahead of theirs, there comes a moment when the pressure builds and they can't do it anymore. They have needs and they feel neglected and they usually explode.

I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast.

And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess he didn't know how much she talked or how much I listened.

Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.