There Are Lots Of Things That Happen

I Giggled Out Loud At His Stupidity. If Anyone Knew How To Make A Bed, It Was A Faggot.

What I Really Hated, Of Course, Was My Mind. There Must Have Been An Off Switch Somewhere, But I Was Damned If I Could Find It.

Like All Of My Friends, She's A Lousy Judge Of Character.

I Needed To Temper (my Dad's) Enthusiasm A Bit (about Attending Princeton), And So I Announced That I Would Be Majoring In Patricide...my Mom Was Actually Jealous.

I Go To The Movies At Least Five Times A Week, And After A While Everything Becomes A Blur To Me.