Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.

Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.