When I Was A Teenager, The Number

One Of The Failures Of Cellular Communication Is That Tiredness Often Comes Across As Sadness.

Perhaps It's Not That I'm Frigid-- It's That Once I Decide I Like A Guy, I Turn Into A Raging Idiot, Unfit For Public Appearances.

The Mosh Pit Will Reveal All The Answers. The Mosh Pit Never Lies. -norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

When I Was A Teenager, The Number One Book I Was Most Obsessed With Was 'gone With The Wind.

Drosophila,” I Said, Remembering The Word. “what?” Lily Asked. “why Do Girls Always Fall For Guys With The At Ention Span Of Drosophila?” “what?” “fruit Flies. Guys With The Attention Span Of Fruit Flies.” “because They’re Hot?” “this,” I Told Her, “is Not The Time For Being Truthful.