Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch.

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

The stars whirled above us and the firecrackers blazed. The moon stood watch as drops of blood fell, careless seeds that sizzled in the snow.

And then a new screen, one I had never seen before, never even heard of popped up. It gave me a choice. I could become the new Lord of Darkness myself, or I could take a gamble and be reincarnated. I chose wisely.

I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.