1. Nothing like a good pair of coke legs to make me appreciate my own slightly fleshy (aka 'healthy') body.

She turned around to ask me a question and I could see her skull underneath her skin.

2. I think this must be a uniquely 'Generation Y'/hipster dilemma: you're making out with some chick/dude with awesome hair, you're back at their place, it's going great, and then you each have to pause to awkwardly, strenuously remove your skinny jeans. I have been there. There is no easy way to do it. Shimmy-shaking, one-legged hopping, your exposed upper half is doing things you would rather not have someone else see it do. You get 'em at least to the ankles and then the other person has to whip them around and pull them off. It is an ungraceful team effort. But then, my favorite parts of love and sex and anything intimate are those moments; you can't help but laugh at how absurd it is: in this case, two bodies anxiously trying to get naked with each other.