Hope Is Bulletproof, Truth Just Hard To

It Was Watching Madeline Alby Eat Cheese With Every Ounce Of Her Being, Like It Was The First And Best Time, That Made Him Realize That He Had Never Really Tasted Cheese, Or Crackers, Or Life. And He Didn't Want His Daughter To Live That Way. He'd Moved Her Into Her Own Room The Night Before...he Hadn't Slept Well, And Had Gotten Up Five Times During The Night To Check On Her, Only To Find Her Sleeping Peacefully, But He Could Lose A Little Sleep If Sophie Could Go Through Life Without His Fears And Limitations. He Wanted Her To Experience All The Glorious Cheese Of Life.

I Can Be Most Colorful And Inventive When I Am Angry.

This Is The Man Who Called The Fire Department When The Toilet Backed Up, And I'm Asking Him For Help. What Was I Thinking? Why Am I Attracted To Weak Men?

Stop," I Said. "please Do Not Further Endorken Yourself To Me. You Have Great Hair And A Car That Is Most Fly, And You Have Just Saved Me With Your Mad Ninja Driving Skills, So Do Not Sully Your Heroic Hottie Image In My Mind By Further Reciting Your Nerdy Scholastic Agenda. Don't Tell Me What You're Studying, Steve, Tell Me What's In Your Soul. What Haunts You?" And He Was Like, "dude, You Need To Cut Back On The Caffeine.

That's The Difference Between Irony And Sarcasm. Irony Can Be Spontaneous, While Sarcasm Requires Volition. You Have To Create Sarcasm.