Sonya punched the neurotic couple at the adjacent table then kicked the table over. I waited by the coat check as she flung plates of steaks and snails.

The shampoo for people with blond hair smells kind of like the beach and the shampoo for people with brown hair smells like shampoo. I shattered my wrist and I shattered my leg and I crushed some parts in my spine, but my hearing is fine and there's a whirring noise whirring somewhere that might have me seeing red.

My scarf smells like Sonya and even though that's nice I'd prefer to be wearing a bathing suit and sitting under a spiderless palm tree. I would like it to be warm too.

We're watching dogs on television and we learned that toy fox terriers like to watch television. I saw lots of beagles on the street.

There were twenty-thousand unread emails in my inbox this afternoon. I'm pretty sure the tech guy has yet to fix the problem he said he fixed last week.

We probably saw fifteen dragons and I'm sure we were blessed by a few. We went to dizzyingly compact malls wound under the Manhattan Bridge.

We met a dog named Karen Carpenter. Today is her birthday and she couldn't be happier.

It's cuter when you talk to your cat in French. I like it when he sends me videos of himself talking to his cat in French.

I know the snow is melting because it's dripping through the kitchen window into towels and a pan and a broken tea kettle. I don't know what was beeping last night because I didn't want to get out of bed and stumble into something else that needs to be fixed.

I let go of my spoon into my bowl without hesitation when he walked in the door. I fished my spoon out when he left.