I have a juicy request:
ask Mr. Coco to make a contribution to the choir,
and come to our shows.

Never heard of that film, because it never existed.

Is there a “made in China” label on the back?

Drops teacup, watches it shatter on the ground.

This painting is about the paradigm shift of existentialist,
post-structuralist, manifest destiny’s raison d’etre,
and its third-wave feminist, Dada-esque, Kafka-esque,
Kanye West accoutrements.

You are shifting the financial DNA of your entire fucking bloodline.

I grouponed a random (highly rated) massage therapist in Queens
for 30 bucks. I’ll let you know how it goes.

I’d rather speak my truth and risk offending you,
than not speak my truth.

Is dollop a precise measurement?

I don’t agree with the “stay strong” rhetoric
(however well meaning it may be), so I’ll say this:

#WarriorsNeedMassagesToo

Would you speak that way if we were in person?
This is the inherent problem with online communication.

Who is to say that any of us would better handle
the kind of public humiliation she endured?

Is compassion too expensive?

There are loopholes to get rid of it through bankruptcy,
but it’s a lot of hoops to jump through.

It can be done. So go do it. Who or what are you waiting for?

I’ve had a lifelong loathing of asking for help
(a typical first-gen immigrant trait of being a bootstrapaholic).

How should a 7th grader in the midst of an asthma attack
have responded differently?

I could probably count 100+ women I know personally
who I would want to be with if I were a man.

As for guys who are worthy candidates . . .

Confirms my suspicion that he’s trolling his fans,
and they’re eating it up.

This is certainly no cause for me to unfriend you.
We can agree to disagree.

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