Love is a many trousered thing.

He came over and ruffled my hair, which is technically assault. I could get on the blower to ChildLine.

You wouldn't say ' You've got the crappest eyes I've ever seen. Your eyes make me physically sick.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?

P.P.S. I am giving you telepathic hugs. P.P.P.S. But not in a telepathically lezzie way.

How do you make yourself not like someone?

How many times do we all have to do this? Get up, go to school, again? Before everyone admits it's a crap idea?