I'm Damned If I'm Going To Be

Don't 'honey' Me In That Southern-fried Twang.

In All The Illusions, You're The Only Truth That I Need

There I Go Being Critical Again. Does A Man Have To Stand On One Foot And Juggle For Me To Consider Him Entertaining? What Am I Looking For? A Knight?...no, Knights Are All Polished And Shiny. I Think My Taste Runs To Something With A Bit Of Tarnish And Maybe A Few Scratches. Someone Who Can Make Me Laugh And Cry And Make Me Angry And Make My Knees Tremble When He Touches Me.

I'm Still Picking Pockets--i Just Do It As Legally As I Can. Being Married To A Cop Limits Certain Activities.

Why Would I Kill Someone I Don't Know, When I Know So Many People Who Irritate Me, And Havent't Killed Any Of Them?