Life has a whimsical way of kicking you in the throat. I find it to
be one huge cosmic joke at our expense, only nobody is laughing
but the forces that be—given that they are even a wee bit human.

So", says Jack at at last..."you broke up with Connor".
Wow. So we're straight to the point.
"So", I reply defiantly. "You decided to stay".
"Yes, well...", "I thought I might take a closer look at some of the European subsidiaries." He looks up. "How about you?"
"Same reason." I nod. "European subsidiaries".

If you're a disheveled, easily distracted person, it's always scary when someone asks what your plan is for the day. We don't know our plans.

Distracted people make plans "in transit.

If you have just one person believe in you, you'll always find your way

Ambien might have mentally just tossed my salad. WITH CROUTONS.

In 50 years it won't matter if he's handsome, ugly, or dumb as a post, just try to find someone who don't make you want to shove a pitchfork up his nose.