Tell Me The Name Of Your Best

Okay, I Don’t Like It When You Walk Away From Me, But Other Than That...(arik) Yeah, I Guess That Makes Sense. You Transcend A Dimension To Come Here And I Brush You Off. I Can See Where That Might Get Annoying. (geary)

And As I Recall, You Told Me To Shut Up. (acheron) I’m An Asshole. I Admit It. I’ve Been Going To Weekly Assholes Anonymous Meetings, But It Takes A Long Time To Undo A Few Thousand Years Of Habit. And To Think You Have Even More Years To Undo Than Me. (zarek)

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

Yeah, I Wish I Could Have Stayed Awake Long Enough To See Your Face When I Changed Over. (wren) No, You Don’t. I Assure You, It Wasn’t Pretty. (maggie) There’s Never Anything About You That Isn’t Pretty, Maggie. You’re The Most Beautiful Woman I’ve Ever Seen. (wren)

They’re Ogling You, Dude. Talking About Your Assets And The Fact That You’re Nauseatingly Ripped, Which I Would Have Been Had I Not Bit The Dust At Seventeen. I’m Forever Trapped In My Tall, Gangly Phase. (jesse)