I had no idea what to answer.
How can someone be bad at hugging?
When I grew up, I was surprised to learn that poetry has no rules. You can do what you want, if you please.
I try not to speculate too much about the future. What’s the point, really?
If you’re reading this and know little to nothing about Passover – you’re so, totally in luck. There’s a really good educational video out there about the bread-less holiday called “Let My Babies Go – A Rugrats Passover”.
“You are ridiculous,” She told me, like I didn’t already know, “Nothing is going to change just because you are 26.”
Every once in a while, you’ll go out with a bunch of your friends and spend the night dancing in the basement of some Lower East Side bar like you don’t have a problem or a care in the world.
That sounds crazy, doesn’t it?