The great thing about living here is: failure is celebrated.
I want to make amend [sic] with Sarah, because it's really bad for business having enemies in Silicon Valley.
Can I ask you something? Like, I'm just curious: do you ever give loans to friends? How much do you need?
Like three thousand. Aw. That sucks.
Let's just hope his brains match his looks.
As a brother, you always feel a little bit protective over your sister, but she resists that with every ounce of her body.
I heard that Sarah lifecast your date. It wasn't even really a date.
Oh shit, my shoe fell off.
The only problem is-- Yeah, we don't have any money. I know.
It's part of being an entrepreneur -- taking the risk, right? You either believe that we're going to make millions from this or you don't.
You can't tweet too many tweets or blog too many blogs [sic], and the more you do, the more clout you incur.
I only recently started taking Saturdays off, where I'll try to catch up with all my friends and pretend that maybe, like, I once was a social creature with intimate contact with other human beings.
I have this thing against ordering food at the same time as drinks. I have to, like, project-manage the kitchen.
Cheers, bee tee dubs.
It's impossible. We never even had a connection.
Hey -- are you, like, drunk? 'Cause, like, if you throw a drink in somebody's face, you're drunk?
Like, that was a physical act. You didn't punch him or anything, but it was a physical act. I mean, it's like, technically not physical, because it was water? And I didn't touch him?
It didn't come from a place of anger, it came from a place of sadness!
