What kind of dining set defines me as a person?

The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.

A little old lady sitting at the front of the bus can do nothing to change civil rights.

Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

I'm only confrontational with my friends.