Rumour has it that revenge is sweet. Experience informs me that the aftertaste is bitter.

Alcohol, jealousy and anger should never mingle with one another. The outcome is disaster in its purest form.

Love/lust/like are candy-coated terms for irrationalism. No other such feeling will inspire you to listen to a CD you had burnt and titled “songs by smitten folk” for hours on end while tears stream uncontrollably out of your eyes.

To imagine that the one you like is hooking up with hot chicks is bad but to witness it and have the photographic memory to recall it is incomparably worse.