I Had A Tumor. But It Was

I Am No Fun At All. In Fact, I Am Anti-fun. Not As In Anti-violence, But As In Anti-matter. I Am Not So Much Against Fun - Although I Suppose I Kind Of Am - As I Am The Opposite Of Fun. I Suck The Fun Out Of A Room. Or Perhaps I'm Just A Different Kind Of Fun; The Kind That Leaves On Bereft Of Hope; The Kind Of Fun That Ends In Tears.

Not Being Funny Doesn't Make You A Bad Person. Not Having A Sense Of Humor Does.

New York Is Breaking My Heart. I’ve Often Said That It’s Like Having A Really Interesting Boyfriend Suddenly Becoming Really, Really Into Wine, And Having To Have Endless Conversations About It.

There Is Nothing So Cleansing Or Reassuring As A Vicarious Sadness.

Is There Some Lesson On How To Be Friends? I Think What It Means Is That Central To Living A Life That Is Good Is A Life That's Forgiving. We're Creatures Of Contact Regardless Of Whether We Kiss Or We Wound. Still, We Must Come Together. Though It May Spell Destruction, We Still Ask For More-- Since It Beats Staying Dry But So Lonely On Shore. So We Make Ourselves Open While Knowing Full Well It's Essentially Saying "please, Come Pierce My Shell.