I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction)

You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.

Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy." "In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind.

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)

I hate it when she tabs a line," Ivy whispered to Kisten in the corner. "You ever see anything freakier than that?" "You should see the face she makes when she—" "Shut up, Kist!" I exclaimed, my eyes flashing open to find him grinning at me.