The problem with being grounded is it gives you a whole lot of unavoidable time to think. NOt even pulling weeds can take away your ability to plot all the varied and wonderful things you might do to get even, or at least to make up, just get a smidgen for time lost to TV and yard work and house cleaning.

I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.

Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?

....a perfect paper airplane.

She is angle. I am curve. Together, we are geometric sculpture, and we make perfect sense.