Do You Want My Input Or Is

Tell Him What? Kat’s A Raging Nymphomaniac. (kytara) Tara! (kat) Oh, All Right. She’s So Bland She Makes Plain Toast Look Spicy. (kytara)

Jess:"sasha? I Need Some Tissue To Pack My Nose With." Sasha:"is That Hygienically Sound?" Jess:"sasha..." Sasha:"fine, But If You Get Toxic Shock Up Your Nose, Buddy, Remember I Warned You." Jess Pulled A Couple Out And Wedged Them Into His Nostrils. He Gave Abigail A Sheepish Smile. "sexy, Right?" Abby: "oh Yeah, Baby. You're So Hot Right Now, If I Was A Chicken I'd Lay Hard-boiled Eggs.

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)

And I Flunked Anger Management The Moment I Put The Counselor Through A Stone Wall. You Might Want To Keep That In Mind. [thorn]

Lights! Lights Would Be Very Good Right Now! (amanda) Since They Hurt My Eyes To The Point I Can Barely See, No They Wouldn't. Trust Me. (kyrian) Trust You, My Left Foot! I'm Not Immortal Over Here! (amanda) Yeah, Well, In A Bad Enough Car Wreck, Neither Am I. (kyrian) I Really Hate Your Sense Of Humor. (amanda)