Relax, The Bad Guys Don’t Knock. (romeo)

Note To Self On Waking. Lay Off The Beer On An Empty Stomach. This Dream Is Even More Screwed Up Than The Time I Had A Donkey And A Corkscrew. (aiden) Donkey And A Corkscrew? (leta) I Don’t Know You Well Enough To Fill You In On Those Details. (aiden)

My Niceness Has A Very Low Threshold And That Little Girl Just Sucked It Dry, So Don’t Push Me, Olympain. I Don’t Want So Much As A Single Atlantean Stone Overturned. Guard It With Your Life Because The Next Time I Come Here, That’s The Price I’m Going To Demand For Your Incompetence. (zt) Nice Talking To You, Zt. I So Look Forward To Your Visits. Next Time We’ll Do Pastries, ‘kay? (kat)

Because People Are Ever Willing To Believe The Negative Over The Positive. It’s Easier For You To Think Me Corrupt And Evil Than It Is For You To See Me For What I Really Am. No One Wants To Believe That Some People Are Willing To Help Others Out Of The Goodness Of Their Hearts Because They Can’t Stand To See Someone Suffer. So Few People Are Altruistic That They Can’t Understand Or Conceive That Anyone Else In The World Could Ever Put Someone Else’s Good Above Their Own. (leta)

Why Are You Helping Me? (fury) I Don’t Know. Apparently I’m Having A Moment Of Extreme Stupidity. (angelia)

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)