4,275 emails and counting. 2000 deleted... at dinner... sad day. Not really.

What the fuck have you done lately?

Everything that dies, gets broken down

The question should never be why; the truth is, the question should be when.

There is a moment. Somewhere between exhaustion and reality. Cheers to that moment.

Wish I was a Harry Potter fan since Dan is sitting next to me at Meehan's...

I hate cancer. I'll always wear pink or any other color to fight it.