Eating Is Sex For Old People.

Part Of Life Is A Quest To Find That One Essential Person Who Will Understand Our Story. But We Choose Wrongly So Often. Over The Ensuing Years That Person We Thought Understood Us Best Ends Up Regarding Us With Pity, Indifference, Or Active Dislike. Those Who Truly Care Can Be Divided Into Two Categories: Those Who Understand Us, And Those Who Forgive Our Worst Sins. Rarely Do We Find Someone Capable Of Both.

The Problem With Waiting For Someone, Whether That Wait Is An Hour Or A Lifetime, Is Everyone's 'clock' Is Different. So What You Might Consider Forever Is Only A Little While To Them, Or Vice Versa.

I Read Less Of Everything Now. With Only Fond Memories Of Others' Work, It Will Be Interesting To Give My Own Journal Writing A Try Now.

I Forgive Nothing. If You Stole My Orange Crayon In The Fifth Grade, You're Still On My Hit List, Buddy.

For An Adult, Eating Alone At Mcdonald's Is Admitting A Kind Of Defeat.