Shut up, brain...

No, I won't give you a blowjob. Or your money back. Oh, and I'm not a hooker, either.

Yes, I could care less. You just have to keep talking.

You're interesting... from a really, really obtuse point of view.

Whatever is coming out of your mouth, stop it.

What is it with people and telling the truth? I'm bored. Fucking lie to me and make it sound interesting.

Don't steal my cookies. Ever.

My boobs are the cherries on top of my issues.

I'm lucky I have schizophrenia to make everything seem more interesting.

Thou shalt have a fucking sense of humor.

You lost me at "sports". Ok... You didn't. I'll stay here and patronize you.

I won't trust you, you won't trust me. We'll get along just fine.

So... Romantic people, have you ever actually talked to real people?

I easily let go of people because sooner or later things would end up fucked, anyway.

I say "ignite me", they hear "ignore me" and I never get laid, of course.

Just pushed another idea off a cliff.

I'm ridiculously tragic.

I'm like a puzzle. Well, half of it. I lost the rest of the pieces.

People should come with easier ways to get away from them. Like emergency exits.

And so the day had past, and once again not a single fuck was given about the right people.