He or she has an AOL email address. Or wears cargo pants.
Conversation mostly consists of utter loathing and chastisement.
He or she misquotes The Great Gatsby, like, a lot.
Coffee breath. ALWAYS with the coffee breath.
Charisma and the ability to make excellent empenadas.
I prefer for him or her to feel slightly inferior and to always be guessing.
Enigma, with healthy doses of recklessness.
Please don't make me go hunting.
Ill-fated lovers. Secrets. Sadness.
The more dysfunctional the marriage, the better.
The characters are mostly repugnant, and I can totally relate.
The world is a hopeful place. Unless you're from another country and refuse to acquiesce to American culture.
Thinking about deep shit.
I'm just trying to get by, man.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Raising a family. Trying to get some writing time in before the kids wake up.
As long as there’s a roof over my head…
Hell if I know. This definitely isn’t where I thought I’d be ten years ago.
Not working as a freelancer and living in a shitty one-bedroom apartment, hopefully.
…I can be relatively anonymous. The more I can keep to myself, the better.
…people don’t have such a small-town mentality. The burbs are the worst.
…it’s hip, but not self-consciously hip, you know?
…I won’t run into my ex. Or his or her friends. Or anyone that knows what happened between us.