I’ve learned to not let rejection bother me. How can it bother me, when all the people who’ve rejected me have been murdered, and their bodies smartly disposed of?

“If love were a variety of dog, I’d want mine hot. I’d take my love with ketchup…”

“With gift giving, if it’s the thought that counts, then a picture of a Mercedes…”

“I sat down to think. I didn’t want to drink my coffee, but I paid for it, so I …”

“Her golden hair moved like a hundred moths, all trying to saturate themselves i…”