I didn't feel like reading that night, so I went downstairs and watched a half-hour long commercial that advertised an exercise machine. They kept flashing a 1-800 number, so I called it. The woman who picked up the other end of the phone was named Michelle. And I told Michelle that I was a kid and did not need an exercise machine, but I hoped she was having a good night. That's when Michelle hung up on me. And I didn't mind a bit.

I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't

I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?