Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex.

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.

Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea.

"So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky." "You're the one who ties people up, babe."

I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.

It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.