Men suck, even imaginary ones

If I'm writing and a chapter isn't coming, I just move ahead.

Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!" Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.

He grinned at me so unexpectedly I forgot to flap for a second and dropped several feet. "You looove me," he crooned smugly. Holding his arms out wide, he added, "You love me this much.

He could totally be your boyfriend," [Angel] went on with annoying persistence. "You guys could get married. I could be like a junior bridesmaid. Total could be your flower dog.

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

Do you like to eat things? -I love eating. I list it as a hobby.