I Am Single And Not

I Don't Keep A Journal.

Dressing A Baby Is Like Putting An Octopus Into A String Bag, Making Sure None Of The Arms Hang Out.

I Weep At Everything.

For A Long Time All I Wanted For Christmas Were Books About Outdoor Survival. I Was Convinced That The Woods Were Calling Me. I Camped A Lot, I Took Classes. At 18, I Told Myself If I Don't Live In The Woods By Myself By The Time I'm 25, I Have Failed.

Every Guy I Know Has Some Sort Of Freak Injury In Their Body.