If I couldn't be a good example, I'd just have to be a horrible warning.

Paperwork wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for all the paper. And the work.

The dead guy looked at me with wide eyes. “I can’t move my legs.” I snorted. “You can’t move your arms either, or your feet or your freaking eyelids. You’re dead.

I did that thing where you scratch your eyebrow and flip someone off at the same time. I'm good at multitasking like that.

It is sexy in here or is it just me?

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. -T-Shirt

He’d actually hit me! It didn’t matter that hitting me wasn’t really like hitting a regular girl and I’d be completely healed in a matter of hours. I was still a freaking girl, and he damned well knew it. I’d just have to hit him back. With a lead pipe. Or an eighteen-wheeler.