Never Work With Children, Puppies Or Bulimics.

And I Began To Let Him Go. Hour By Hour. Days Into Months. It Was A Physical Sensation, Like Letting Out The String Of A Kite. Except That The String Was Coming From My Center.

Applause Is A Constant Thing In Aa. It's How We Buy Drinks For Each Other.

Maybe You Feel Pressure To Be Positive Because So Many People Rely On Your Good, Fake-positive Energy? If That's The Case, Screw Everybody Else. You're Not A Bottle Of Valium.

I Don't Really Think Of My Blog As A Real Blog. It's A Lame Blog. It's More Like My When-the-mood-strikes Update, Or Smoke Signal.

Although I Was Able To Maintain A Pleasant Expression, I Was Mentally Throwing Up In Her Face.