“Your poems are like kaleidoscopes, bright little words flurry together and fall softly in a sparkly cache, leaving tiny little spots where our eyes used to be.”
“Who is this Sue Dent? I don’t like her already. Ah, I see she writes Christian vampire stories. I should’ve known.”
Exchanges
A: “So what do you like to do?”
B: “Well, I like books, I like to read, …”
A: “Those are the same things.”
A: “Oh.”
A: “Do you care that people call you shorty?”
B: “Do you care that people call you retard?”
A: “They don’t!!”
(later)
A: “Hey, have you heard anyone call me any names around here?”
C: “What, like retard? No.”
A: “So what does it mean when a gay guy tells you you are really hot and he wants to make out?”
B: “Well, it could mean one of two things. One: he was joking. Two: He’s not really gay. Three: He mistook you for a man.”
A: “Hey! That was three things!”
