Cinderella was such a dork. She left behind her glass slipper at the ball and then went right back to her step-monster's house. It seems to me she should have worn the glass slipper always, to make herself easier to find. I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in their magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said, "Could you drop me off down the road please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know?... I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way.

How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall?

I've always been sort of a closet sci-fi geek.

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

Do you still Kill Gerbils?