True Love Will Triumph In The End—which

I Ran Like A Cheetah - Well, Like A Cheetah That Smoked Too Much.

If I Ever End Up Being The Kind Of Person Who Has One Kid And Seven Bedrooms. Do Me A Favor And Shoot Me.

So I Walked Back To My Room And Collapsed On The Bottom Bunk, Thinking That If People Were Rain, I Was Drizzle And She Was A Hurricane.

Not That Smart. Not That Hot. Not That Nice. Not That Funny. That's Me: I'm Not That.

Thomas Edison's Last Words Were 'it's Very Beautiful Over There'. I Don't Know Where There Is, But I Believe It's Somewhere, And I Hope It's Beautiful.