It's What's Known As An Origin Myth.

Susannah." My Dance Partner's Breath Was Soft Against My Cheek. "susannah...." Yeah. In My Dreams. In Real Life, The Voice Calling My Name Wasn't A Bit Masculine. That's Because It Belonged To A Twelve-year-old Boy.

Writing Is A Workout, Just Like Going For A Run!

Lana Looked At Me Like I’d Just Said I’d Never Watched Bring It On, Or Something.

But He's Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places. Like Fancy Under Catalogs At Least He Knows Enough Not To Date While He's Campaigning

You Know What You Sound Like? A Jealous Girl Friend. And How Are Things On Planet You Wish?