the nape of her neck smells sorta like that tangerine liquor scott gave me a bottle of on my 21st. i wonder if Scott told her to smell like tangerines.

She isn't the woman i married. The woman i married was full of life, and loved to try new things. This woman only loves to wrap herself in paper covered in wax.

i've read her letter 20 times already. ok, more like 10 but i really don't get it. is she breaking up with me, or does she mean she can't live without me.

she reminds me of the first girl i ever bought a sex toy with. she is really excited to look in my eyes and she makes a big scene of it. frightening and sexy.

A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle. A fish named Lance Armstrong, although no relation to THE Lance Armstrong. Because it's a fish.