Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

But there's always a first time for everything

A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.

Tonight the world is yours, as am I.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?