Trust Me, Joe. You’re Not A Cowboy.

If Brute Force Doesn't Work, You Aren't Using Enough

No Misery Or Bad Situation Is Ever Infinite Or Final Until We Make A Conscious Decision For It To Be So. ~ Inferno

I Write Simply Because I Hear Voices Of People In My Head Who Won't Give Me Peace Until I Convey Their Stories To The Rest Of The World. Seriously. They've Always Been With Me. While Other Girls Played With Dolls, And My Brothers With Hot Wheels, I Was Busy Traveling Through Space Or Traipsing Through Graveyards With My Imaginary Playmates.

It’s A Belgian Beer, Sweetie. Please Tell Me You’ve At Least Heard Of It. (blaine) Boy, I Was Born In Brussels And The Last Time I Checked, This Was My New Homeland, America, Not My Birthplace. So You Can Either Order An American-made Beer Or I’ll Bring You Water And You Can Sit There And Act All Superior Until You Puke, Okay? (aimee)

It’s True, And I Was Really Hideous As A Preteen. Tall And Gawky. I Used To Bump My Head Into Everything. Still Do Sometimes. (kat) You Are My Daughter. (acheron) Sure I Am, I Can’t Imagine You Ever Being Uncoordinated. (kat) Oh, I Assure You I’ve Nailed Quite A Few Signs With My Forehead. It’s A Wonder ‘exit’ Isn’t Permanently Imprinted Right Between My Eyes. (acheron)