“I’m so OCD that I sort the sort ofs out from the maybes.”

“I’m going to go up on my way down. I’m just a sideways sort of person.”

“I’m trying to overcome my OCD by replacing my neurosis with three other letters.”

“I’m an open book—an open book I’m still writing and editing. My book is a romance novel, sort of like The Secret.”

“I’m 30-years-old, and I still can’t get out from under my father’s shadow. He’s really tall, so maybe I’ll just ask him to move over a few feet.”

“I belong to a secret order. We all have OCD, so you’d better believe we have order.”

“I’m drinking your reply. Maybe isn’t too hot or cold, so I’m chugging it.”