Stephen Mejias

There are currently no "Y" words in the Audio Glossary, so my contribution should induce no unnecessary pushing or shoving.

"You know what I want for Christmas, mom."
"What?"
"I'm not asking you if you know; I'm telling you that you do know."
"What?"
"What do you mean, 'What'?" You know, right?"
"How would I know?"
"Mom, you always know."
"Not this year, Stephen. This year I don't know. Tell me."
"I don't want to tell you. I want you to just know."
"Stephen, I'm telling you: I. Don't. Know."
"Yes, you do."
"Stephen!"
"Mom!"
"Just tell me, boy."
"Nope."
"That's it."
"What?"
"You're getting socks."

I don't know nothing about nothing — I don't even own an iPod — but when I opened the attachment and scanned the press release, I was absolutely and immediately impressed.

It was a miserable description of sexy. He usually does much better.

I know I haven't taken many days off.

It's not that I'm suffering from writer's block or anything queer like that, it's just that there's a lot going on in the office and in life. The difficult thing for me, when it comes to writing, is making sense of all these little red and white ideas hanging down from the ceiling like origami birdies. I'd prefer to spend my entire day writing.