I Realize Jubilee Is A Bit Of

She Was Standing In The Airport Of Copenhagen, Staring At A Doorway, Trying To Figure Out If It Was (a) A Bathroom And (b) What Kind Of Bathroom It Was. The Door Merely Said H. Was She An H? Was H "hers"? It Could Just As Easily Be "his". Or "helicopter Room: Not A Bathroom At All

Nothing Was Quite Like It Was Supposed To Be.

Don't Get Stabbed. It Makes Everything Awkward.

I Sleep Better Knowing That A Naked Cork-eater Is Not Sneaking Around At Night, Stealing My Underwear.

One Person's Crazy Is Another Person's Sane, I Guess.