I'm Sitting At The Dinner Table, Wearing

I'm Lying. I Don't Just Need Someone Like You. I Need You.

She Doesn’t Really Have A Sense Of Humor. I Think She’d Like To Have One—it’s Just That She Doesn’t Quite Understand What Jokes Are For.

I Know What It's Like To Squander All Your Hours And All Your Tears And All Your Heart On Something Which Turns Out To Be Nothing. Don't Waste Your Time.

It Really Is The Year 2007. Which Means I Must Be... Oh My God. I'm Twenty-eight. I'm Old.

Obviously This Is Engagement Ring City. Couples Are Wandering Along And Girls Are Pointing Through The Windows And The Men Are Smiling But All Look Slightly Sick Whenever Their Girlfriends Turn Away.