I smiled at her, but wished I were sitting on the other side of the table. I hate seeing Keely and me side by side. She's so beautiful, all tawny skin and long eyelashes and Angelina Jolie lips. She's the lead character in a movie and I'm the generic best friend whose name you forget before the credits even start rolling.

In the interest of full disclosure, I stole baby Jesus, and it was definitely to mess with Bronwyn.

There are some things you can't undo no matter how good your intentions are.

to err is human

People like to think they're open-minded, but if you toss a tired gender stereotype on their path they'll run with it every time.

My sisters treated me like a living doll for years, carrying me around so much that I didn’t bother learning to walk until I was almost two.

If I'm not thinking about one shit storm, I have to think about another.

How do you make that choice?" I ask almost to myself. "Between what you need and what you want?" I feel like my sister's going through her own version of that. Kris's eyes are on Cooper, too. "You hope they become the same thing, I guess.

You have a very interesting look. Where are you from?'Ugh. That's marginally better than the What are you? question I get sometimes, but still gross. 'New York,' I say pointedly. 'You?''I mean originally,' he clarifies, and that's it. I'm done.'New York,' I repeat, and stand up from my stool.

I hate department stores. They're too bright, too loud, and too crammed full of junk that nobody needs. Whenever I'm forced to spend time in one I start thinking about how consumer culture is just one long, expensive, planet-killing distraction from the fact that we're all going to die eventually.