Why are my least favorite people always the most durable?
I knew a Sage once. Trashy little thing.
The days of foot-in-the-door harassment and snatched photos are gone.
So this is the latest doppelgänger. The original one was much prettier.
Welcome to the last 900 years of my life.
I wish I knew all the answers, how to be perfect, attractive and witty. But I'm just a human being with all the regular faults and it seems no matter how hard I try, I can't change that.