
This is not what I’m used to in relationships. It’s good. It’s very good.

This is not what I’m used to in relationships. It’s good. It’s very good.

You can force compersion on yourself, right? Right?

My patience for know-it-alls is … limited.
Blame my ex-wife.

I’m not hung over, you’re hung over. Ssssshhhhhhhhh. Object quieter.

You should invite me to all of your parties. Or, given the amount of food I made for my party, make me host every party.

Apparently a sense of self-worth is very expensive.

Heather is a monster made of hair and spite.

An unforgivable sin.

I deserve my own side-eye.

I’m baffled when people say that the internet is a way for people to avoid connection. Connection is basically all I use it for.