I'm Not Asexual. I'm Arelationshipal.

What's That?" "the Laundry Basket?" "no, Next To It." "i Don't See Anything Next To It." "it's My Last Shred Of Dignity. It's Very Small.

"you Are Fairly Smart," I Said After A While. "you Are Fairly Good At Compliments," He Answered.

Dating You Would Be Like A Series Of Unnecessary Root Canals Interspersed With Occasional Makeout Sessions.

I Wondered Whether I Could Find A Great Perhaps Here At All Or Whether I Had Made A Grand Miscalculation.

But You Want To See Shapes; You Want To See Stories, So You Pick Them Out Of The Sky.