Okay, Okay, Okay. I Understood That Pushing

I Still Felt Like I Might Hurl, And I Thought About How Awful That Would Be In Midair.

I Love To Tell Stories. It's A Delight For Me.

This Is My Brain: O This Is My Brain After Making Out With Fang: * It's Very Sad.

When I Write I Pretend I'm Telling A Story To Someone In The Room And I Don't Want Them To Get Up Until I'm Finished.

Dear God," Said Nudge Under Her Breath, "i Want Real Parents. But I Want Them To Want Me Too. I Want Them To Love Me. I Already Love Them. Please See What You Can Do. Thanks Very Much. Love, Nudge." Okay, So I'm Not Saying We Were Pros At This Or Anything. (max Thoughts)