... friends are such a mixed blessing.

I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.

It never failed—I'd buy a new journal, write like a madwoman for ten pages, then lose total interest in the process. Three months later, I'd start the whole process all over again. I think I just liked buying new notebooks.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

Here I am, just wandering down a deserted street in the middle of the night. I hope I don't run into any trouble. Goodness, that would just ruin my whole evening." I strolled and hummed, trying to project Innocent Victim.

There's more than one way for a girl to Google a cat.

They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.