Once upon a time wasn't as long ago as it used to be.

Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

If you're dressed for my funeral, it's too casual. If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.

It has been my experience that women tell more intimate details to their friends than men do. Men may brag more, but women will talk the nitty-gritty and share the experience more.

Patience is a virtue, but there comes a moment when you must stop being patient and take the day by the throat and shake it. If it fights back; fine. I'd rather end up bloody at the end of the day, then unhurt with no progress made, no knowledge gained. I'd rather have a no, then nothing. I'd forgotten that about myself.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

Is this a private fight, or can anyone join?