Sorry. i just can't seem to help myself. My brain is freaking out. Two predawn mornings in a row. It doesn't know what to think, how to act. I'll have a talk with it later. Perhaps get it some counseling.

I know," he said in almost bored contemplation. "My manners suck. I like to chalk it up to a dissatisfying childhood." "I'd chalk it up to that narcissistic personality disorder laces with a smidgen of schizophrenia. Your mother would be proud.

I had a horrible feeling my leg was broken. If it wasn’t, it had a lot of explaining to do.

Come here often?' I asked instead, humoring no one but myself. So it was totally worth it.

Man, that woman was quick when she wanted to be. But put her behind the wheel of a Buick.

You know you have ADD when Look A chicken - T-shirt

I knew dating the son of Satan would turn out badly