What I'm Really Addicted To Is Getting

I'm A Girl Of Extremes. When I Love Something, I'm Like A Puppy Dog (without All The Licking). When I'm Cranky, I'm A Wasp (like A Whole Hive Of 'em). And When I'm Angry, I'm A Mother Bear With A Predator After Her Cubs: Dangerous.

Okay, Okay, Okay. I Understood That Pushing The Elevator Button Over And Over Again Would Not Make The Elevator Appear Sooner. But I Couldn't Help Myself

I Guess I Write Four Or Five Hours A Day, But I Do It Seven Days A Week. It's Very Disciplined, Yes, But It's Joy For Me.

And Now I Was Trying To Brush My Hair,you Know,when I Thought About It,and Looking At Myself In Mirrors,wondering If I Was Pretty.pretty! A Year Ago,when My Haair Got In My Eyes I Hacked It Off With A Knife.the Only Thing Important About My Clothes Was Whether They Were To Stiff To Move Fast In Battle. And Fang Had Been My Best Friend And An Excellent Fighter.

An Unbearable Smug Look Came Over His Usually Impassive Face."uh-huh. You Just Keep Telling Youself That. You Looove Me." I Took A Swing At Him, But He Jumped Back Nimbly, And All I Did Was Jar My Left Arm, Making It Hurt. He Laughed At Me, Then Pointed At The Woods Ouside The Window."pick A Tree. I'll Go Carve Our Initials In It.