“I'm fucking good at this boyfriend shit. Who would have thought?”
“I have a boyfriend who's a ghost, I thought. Of course I'm living in a dreamworld.”
“I added a fucked-up thought to another fucked-up thought and I created a pile of shit.”
“I just want you to know that most of the time, I have absolutely no fucking clue what I'm doing. I just happen to be good at making shit up as I go along.”
“Who would have thought working for an angry jackass would result in my getting fucked up against a cold window at work and liking it?”
“I'm gonna fuck it up, Pigeon. You're gonna get sick of my shit."I laughed. "I'm sick of your shit now. I still married you.”