I Don't Want To Care.

Do You Wear A Diaphragm Everywhere You Go?' I Want To Scream, But Stop Myself Because The Idea Really Excites Me.

What Else Is There To Do In College Except Drink Beer Or Slit One's Wrists?

... Her Taste In Music Haunted My Memory And I Had To Stop At Tower Records On The Upper West Side To Buy Ninety Dollars' Worth Of Rap Cds But, As Expected, I'm At A Loss: [...] Voices Uttering Ugly Words Like Digit, Pudding, Chunk.

I've Forgotten Who I Had Lunch With Earlier, And Even More Important, Where.

Life Is Like A Typographical Error: We're Constantly Writing And Rewriting Things Over Each Other.