I Think I'm What They Call A

Unless You Can Change The Past, You’re Wasting The Present On This Guilt

Christmas Crept Into Pine Cove Like A Creeping Christmas Thing: Dragging Garland, Ribbon, And Sleigh Bells, Oozing Eggnog, Reeking Of Pine, And Threatening Festive Doom Like A Cold Sore Under The Mistletoe.

You Were Supposed To Empathize With Your Friend's Problem, But They Were, After All, Your Friend's Problems.

Anger Is The Spirits Telling You That You Are Alive.

She Knew It Should Bother Her More, Being Evil And All, But After She Put On A Little Mascara And Some Lipstick And Poured Herself Another Cup Of Blood-laced Coffee, She Found That She Was Okay With It.