I know what jealousy feels like, you know. The day you told me you were in love with her, I felt sick to my stomach. My reflex was to hide and tell you I was happy for you, but I distinctly wasn't. Swallow, smile.

Sick to the stomach. Guess it's not just a figure of speech.

From the Post-Finals Chicago-land Hangout-Week
Character Introductions
Christine: Always on the lookout for colorful stripey socks.
Bradley: Loves reading. Always on the lookout for bookstores in any town we're in.

Stories from our Chicago-land travels
So we were stalking around in the shopping mall looking for socks. Had to go through the ( Read more... )

You're stuck in this little cell with a very high ceiling and dirty, cracked, concrete walls on all sides. Well, by ceiling I mean a row of iron bras - sorry, BARS - opening up into a sky blue… sky. It's very inspiring, the sky blueness of it. Sometimes these silent, black fighter jets tear past overhead. At least, you'd like to imagine they ( Read more... )

In a much disguised and sacrificial flourish, he cancelled the date. The stars were not aligned, circumstances unforgiving, and really, there weren't any options. Anyway, he was the one to say it ( Read more... )