Inelegantly, And Without My Consent, Time Passed.

I Was Going To Die And It Was Taking Forever.

We Humans Are Here Because Nothing Can Be Perfect. There Always Have To Be Some Living Things That Are Unsatisfied, Itchy, Trying Too Hard. If It Was All Just Animals And Rocks And Lettuce, The Gods Wouldn't Feel Like They Had Enough To Do.

Maybe That's Why People Take Pictures Of Themselves, To Avoid Being Described.

I Am Very Sincere. Some People Are Always Kidding, So When You're Not, It's Going To Seem Annoying To Them.

And Why Had Deb's Last Boyfriend Dumped Her? I Dumped Him. Maybe You Didn't French-kiss Him Enough. I Promise You That Wasn't It. Tell Me How Many Times A Day You Kissed, And I'll Say If It Was Enough. Four Hundred. Not Enough.