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

So you have you price," I said with a mouthful of crumbs. "Your soul for a cookie." Fang made sure Dr. Martinez wasn't looking and then shot me the bird.

"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."

She had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to.

Life is such a miracle, a series of small miracles.It really is, if you learn how to look at it with the right perspective.

What are they teaching these thugs? -Why are there so many of them? -What is the Institute for Higher Aeronautics? -How many of the are there? There are only six of us! Why? -Why is DC public transportation so weird? -Why don't we mug those Eraser goons for money more often? -Fang's Blog

Hollywood is a peculiar beast - people in Hollywood are nuts.