I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.
And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.
It is so hard to leaveâ€”until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled
I realize that they giggle and I actually laugh, that they show their cleavage and I have none to show, but just so you know, I am also a girl. I'm one of the three wise MEN. And it's gay to think that James Bond is hot.