
I managed to pass out in the time it took my iPhone to reset. I guess I was sleepy or something.

I managed to pass out in the time it took my iPhone to reset. I guess I was sleepy or something.

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.