I don’t eat Sloppy Joes. I eat Tidy Josephs. - Jarod Kintz

I am the red wheelbarrow of communism. William Carlos Williams wrote a poem about me.

There’s fool’s gold — pyrite — and then there’s fool’s gold — gold owned by idiots willing to trade it for worthless dollars.

I made myself an “I Love Jennifer” jacket out of my old “I Love Jenn” jacket. Two girls, one continuous love. The I Love Jennifer is a little off-center, but then so am I. Better than being self-centered, as my clone would probably say.