To save money, I had decided near the 2008 winter break to make homemade Monopoly sets for each of my co-workers. The idea was genius — dedicate each property name to the numerous departments and make them one-of-a-kind collector items. Louis Leung would be the office’s most popular employee and maybe even that cute Korean girl from human resources might notice (she didn’t, oh well)….

The irony about being clean is that people are judgmental about it. I don’t prefer drugs; pharmaceuticals turn me off. It makes me a bit unrelatable and people come to false conclusions — I can seem a bit standoff-ish. I don’t care if people love cocaine or xanax; I just don’t find losing control a desirable thing. My whole love for intellectualism gets thrown out the…

The world would suck if it was full of ‘only-children’. I’m an only child and it took me forever to learn that things didn’t revolve around me. Life has since kicked my ass, but I’ve never shed the desire to remain independent. I’m too independent to a fault. I like being alone; I’m a classic introvert who regenerates energy through solitude. I only feel lonely…

I’m not a working bee. I’m resigned to my laziness, embrace it, see it as a way to spotlight my brains. This idea that I should trade time for money is ridiculous, not because I dislike money, mind you, but because I don’t understand why we absolutely have to work hard to get it. I think working hard is a lie. We’re conditioned to be…

Everyone has superstitions. These are mine: Joes and Chrises People named Joe, Jo, Joanne, Joana, Joey, etc. have been very good in my life. Even the ones I’ve had bad experiences with turned out terrific — some ten or fifteen years down the road. And anyone named Chris, Kris, Christine, Kristina, Christie, etc. have been awful for me. My brief flirtation with Christianity even turned…