When Girls Walk Home We Put On

I've Never Had Anyone Say They Love Me Before. Libby Lobes Me, That Is True, But There Is Something A Bit Menacing About The Way She Says It.

Looking Out Of The Window At The Infinite Sky, I Prayed Out, 'dear Baby Jesus, I Am Sorry For My Sin, Even Though I Do Not Know What They Are, Which Seems A Bit Unfair If It Is Going To Be Held Against Me. But That Is Your Way. And I Am Not Questioning Your Wisdomosity. In Future, However, Would It Be Possible For My Life To Be Not So Entirely Crap? Thank You.

He Has A Song In His Heart For Me. I Hope It Is Not "shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.

Dad At Breakfast Today Being Very Quiet. I Notice He Is Clean Shaven. I Said To Him, "vati, What Has Happened To The Little Beaver That Used To Live On The End Of Your Chin?