quirky

I'm the first to admit that I don't write right. Now, relax and enjoy the show! The sideshow, that is.

Never make eye contact with a stranger when you__e having a churro.

When I first entered the school, I was all set to tie my hair in a ponytail, get a fake tan, and write my homework in pink gel ink. I was prepared to hear girls bragging nonchalantly about the BMWs and diamond earrings they recieved for their birthday. I almost looked forward to hearing the flashlight-wielding nuns tell me to "leave room for the holy ghost" when I danced lewedly with messy-haired prep-school boys

We're everywhere, out there, among you

I'd found my niche: cat-owning, stalker-y secretary. And I played the same part again and again and again.

Goodwill to all.' I know it's techinically 'goodwill to all men,' but in my mind, I drop the 'men' because that feels segregationist/elitist/sexist/generally bad ist. Goodwill shouldn't be just for men. It should also apply to women and children, and all animals, even the yucky ones like subway rats. I'd even extend the goodwill not just to living creatures but to the dearly departed, and if we include them, we might as well include the undead, those supposedly mythic beings like vampires, and if they're in, then so are elves, fairies, and gnomes. Heck, since we're already being so generous in our big group hug, why not also embrace those supposedly inanimate objects like dolls and stuffed animals. I'm sure Santa would agree. 'Goodwill to all.

What is she doing here? I wondered. Hasn't she had enough green-upping?

Only criminals and madmen walk into Central Park after midnight...or, occasionally, an actor. (Dark City Lights)

Check my riddle, and I__l let you play my fiddle.

An ordinary man can enjoy breakfasting on juice and rye bread.But when you are underfed, scorned, miserable or just plain bored, you don__ want to eat dull wholesome food.You want something a little more colourful, exciting, tastier, meatier and juicier.

Why do want to find him so bad?_ I ask after a while, but she__ not listening. I watch her a bitlonger. __hy do you want to find him so bad?_ I ask again.She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. __ just do._ - Ed Skye

Her next words took me by surprise. I lay as still as I could, barely breathing, afraid that if I moved she would stop speaking her heart.__y mom wanted six children. She only got me, and that sucks for her because I was a total weirdo.___ou were not,_ I said.She twisted her head up to look at me.__ used to line my lips in black eyeliner and sit cross-legged on the kitchen table _ meditating.___ot that bad,_ I said. __rying out for attention.___kay, when I was twelve I started writing letters to my birth mother because I wanted to be adopted.__ shook my head. __our childhood sucked, you wanted a new reality.__he snorted air through her nose. __ thought a mermaid lived in my shower drain, and I used to call her Sarah and talk to her.___ctive imagination,_ I countered. She was becoming more insistent, her little body wriggling in my grip.__ used to make paper out of dryer lint.___erdy.___ wanted to be one with nature, so I started boiling grass and drinking it with a little bit of dirt for sugar.__ paused. __kay, that__ weird.___hank you!_ she said. Then, she got serious again. __y mom just loved me through all of it.

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kissed her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing. When Jess extricated herself, it was only because she didn't want the children to see her lose the ability to stand.

The whole point of straws, I had thought, was that you did not have to set down the slice of pizza to suck a dose of Coke while reading a paperback.