A Divorce Is Like A Controlled Explosion.

It Was In The Forest. No One Saw It Or Heard It. So Did It Actually Happen?

You Don't Always Have To Know Who You Are. Sometimes, It's Enough Just To Know What To Do Next.

I'll Show Luke I Can Fit Into The City. I'll Show Him I Can Be A True New Yorker. I'll Go The Gym, And Then I'll Eat A Bagel, And I'll ... Shoot Someone, Maybe? Or Maybe Just The Gym Will Be Enough.

They Said I Was A Valued Customer. Now They Send Me Hate Mail.

I’m Blushing At My Own Stupid, Nonsensical, Meaningless Thought Process, Which, By The Way, Nobody Knows About Except Me.