Guilt Stirs Me, But Only

I Am Interested In A Hundred Things, But Only Slightly.

I Am Often Attracted To People With Whom I Could Not Hold A Five Minute Conversation.

A Goldfish Is Reason Enough For Living, If Someone Needs A Reason.

Death Is Hacking Away At My Address Book And Party Lists.

Some Loves Are Like A Vice That Has Ceased To Give Pleasure.