It's funny. I'll just have a normal conversation with my mom, and, "out of the corner of my eye", I'll see Fluffin cruising around on her jetpack. She loves her jetpack.

As I waited in the van outside of my therapy, I was apalled by all of the grossly over-weight people I saw leaving the next-door suite.

I want to find out the seasoning that "Sonic" sprinkles on all of their products to make all of their products taste phenomenal.

I appreciate the "Nut-bag Cleansing Ritual".

I now can't figure out which realization upset me more: realizing "Santa Claus" doesn't physically exist, or realizing "professional wrestling" is "staged".

I highly recommend you watch "Air Bud". "Air Bud" might be my favorite film of all time.

I don't wear "rose-colored glasses". I generally smile because I prefer to be happy, and not to be sad like too many people.

Many events over the past few years have given me a good reason to become a constantly pissed-off person, but for some reason I feel happier than I've ever felt. I don't think "happy-drugs" can account for all of the happiness. I think forming new relationships, and cultivating existing relationships into thriving friendships both account for at least a portion of my happiness.

Antonio's is closer to here than here is.