The girl with the crooked smile that slants in just the right way.
I’ve never been more acutely aware of the realities of aging.
“What do you do?”
You know, I cried for two hours straight the first time I took my driver’s test and failed right after my sixteenth birthday.
18. A police car driving behind you.
Last week, my best friend texted me from Sundance, the momentary mecca of hip, “Is it so sad that I’m just not into the idea of a party scene anymore?”
You probably think I feel like I’m too good for you, that I’ve grow out of our relationship, and maybe you’re right.
Be strict about getting rid of clothes.
I will never understand my mother.
I think about how laptops have a mechanism that locks the hard drive when it begins to fall. That’s me. I’m falling.