I was just passing by. Saw the commotion. Figured you were involved.
Paperwork wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for all the paper. And the work.
If it weren’t for physics and law enforcement, I’d be unstoppable.
Since I had a soft spot for zombies and my curiosity was killing me, I opted for plan Z.
My plans often went awry. Much like my thoughts. Hold the phones. Maybe Saan had ADD, too. It would explain a lot.
Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.
Pretending to drink coffee was similar to faking an orgasm.
I’m a virgin. But this is an old shirt. – T-SHIRT.
I’m currently unsupervised It frisks me out too but the possibilities are endless.
I intend to live forever. So far, so good. – T-SHIRT.
I may not have any skeletons in my closet, but I do have a little box of souls in my sock drawer. – T-SHIRT.
After searching for a space, I parked behind the tattoo parlor in front of a sign that said NO PARKING. Since it didn’t specify to whom it was referring, I figured it couldn’t possibly be talking to me.
He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought.
Garret Swopes was a lot like a hot gay friend only he wasn’t gay, which was too bad because then I could tell him how hot he was without him getting the wrong idea.
Reyes leaned back against the bar, crossed his arms over his chest, and studied me from beneath those same ridiculously long lashes. Men and their freaking lashes. It was so unfair. Like the exorbitant cost of designer shoes. Or world hunger.
That’s the thing about things. They tend to happen.
She didn’t smile back. Not even a little. I totally needed to read that book on how to win friends and influence people. But that would involve an innate desire to win friends and influence people.
I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.
When life hands you lemons say, “Lemons? What else have you got?” – bumper sticker.
There was nothing like a trip to the gynecologist to make one feel just a little violated. Charley.