You’re Still Waiting For The Running And

Momma, You're Special," Renesmee Told Me Without Any Surprise, Like She Was Commenting On The Color Of My Clothes.

Like A Stalker. An Obsessed Stalker. An Obsessed, Vampire Stalker

I Got Famous In My 30s. I Already Had A Real Life And Kids And Responsibilities, Like Laundry And Cleaning Bathrooms. It's Hard Not Be Grounded When You Have That. I Think, If You Get Super-famous And Everyone Tells You You're Wonderful When You're 12, It's Probably A Lot Harder.

Driving At The Speed Limit--hideous Thought.

The Wasting Of Finite Resources Is Everyones Business