I like to imagine Illinois as a prairie and the snow blowing across it. Just the idea of what a desolate tundra it would look like makes me feel colder and lonelier, but I still like it all the same.

There are some people who make really good statements and people like them for their really good statements. Because I am jealous of these people, I label them as insincere.

I always get the urge to lie on the floor.