My Boyfriend And I Are Badasses.

Three Weeks Hadn't Changed Cop Central. The Coffee Was Still Poisonous, The Noise Abominable, And The View Out Of Her Stingy Window Was Still Miserable. She Was Thrilled To Be Back.

...those Who Love Suffer When Who They Love Suffers.

If You Can't Dance On It, It Isn't Coffee.

Wouldn't It Be Nice If Everything Balanced In The World? If Right Came Out On Top And Wrong Was Punished. It Sure Would Be Simple.

The Tune Was Sad, As The Best Of Ireland Was, Melancholy And Lovely As A Lover's Tears.