Why Do We Have Such A Finite

No More Humiliation For Me, Thanks Very Much. No More Swallowing My Anger. Honestly, I Couldn't Manage Another Mouthful. But It Was Delicious. Did You Make It Yourself?

I'd Rather Dig A Ditch Than Go To A Dinner Party With People I Don't Know.

How To Make God Laugh? Tell Him Your Plans.

I Loved Being In My Own Head So Much, It Was Getting Harder And Harder Being With Other People.

They Say The Path Of True Love Never Runs Smooth. Well, Luke And My True Love's Path Didn't Run At All, It Limped Along In New Boots That Were Chafing Its Heels. Blistered And Cut, Red And Raw, Every Hopping, Lopsided Step, A Little Slice Of Agony.