So Many Objects, So Many Memories. Each

Alex: Rosie, I Wanted You To Be The First Person To No That I’ve Decided To Become A Heart Surgeon! Rosie: Cool, Does It Pay Well? Alex: Rosie, It’s Not About The Money. Rosie: Where I Come From, It’s All About The Money. Probably Because I Don’t Have Any.

Don't Mind All Those People Who Say That You Should Be Back To Normal In A Month Or Two. Grieving Is All Part Of Helping Yourself Anyway.

She Was Tired Of Hugging Pillows, Counting On Blankets For Warmth, And Reliving Romantic Moments Only In Her Dreams. She Was Tired Of Hoping That Every Day Would Hurry So She Could Get On To The Next. Hoping That It Would Be A Better Day, An Easier Day. But It Never Was. Worked, Paid The Bills, And Went To Bed But Never Slept. Each Morning The Weight On Her Shoulders Got Heavier And Heavier And Each Morning She Wished For Night To Fall Quickly So She Could Return To Her Bed To Hug Her Pillows And Wrap Herself In The Warmth Of Her Blankets.

I Generally Don’t Become Overexcited About Things Anyway, I’m Just Not One Of Those People. I’m Not Easily Surprised By Things Either. I Think It’s Because I Expect That Anything Can Happen

I Don't Know Why Men Like To Barbecue So Much. Maybe Its The Only Thing They Can Cook. Or Maybe They're Just Closet Pyromaniacs.