(..) all this fabulous snow, huh? Oh, and wait till you see the local village. Cutest thing in the world. I haven't even mentioned all the free yak's milk. What... what did you say? Yak's milk. Milking a yak ain't exactly a picnic. You know, once you pick (..)

(..) And the next thing I know she's invited herself out here to stay with me. Anyway, she got here today and she's just been in my apartment yakity yakking about every guy she slept with in Omaha, which is basically every guy in Omaha, and washing the sluttiest collection of underwear (..)

(..) but it was pretty fucking good. Don't you hate that? Hate what? Uncomfortable silences. MIA: Why do we feel it's necessary... to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? I don't know, but it's a good question. That's when you know you've found somebody really special... when you can just (..)