My mother once told me that no women is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.

And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

May posterity show mercy when it look back upon the work we do today. We did what we could with what we had.

Didn't we talk about this?" "HAIL!" "That isn't an answer." I planted my hands on my hips. "Was there a reason for shoving the gummy bears off the counter? Did they tell you they were suicidal? On second thought," I raised a hand, palm out, "don't answer that. If the candy is talking, I don't want to know.

He didn't have much strength to offer, but what he did have was hers without question.

I've seen that mixture of resignation and hopelessness before; its usually in my mirror.

Madness is surprisingly freeing.