I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

I have a blog where I keep in touch with my fans. I write about things that are important to me. Sometimes on there I'll just tell a little story about the things that happen in my everyday life. People seem to enjoy them well enough.

It was more exciting when I didn't know I had permission.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

I don't actually have cable. I watch TV, but only shows that I buy on DVD. As a result my TV rage factor is pretty low right now. I do have a real distaste for those extreme makeover shows. I once caught a roommate watching one and proceeded to rant for almost 15 solid minutes about how, in watching that bullshit, she was actively contributing to the destruction of all civilization.

If there is one thing I will not abide it is the folly of a willful pride.