I Do Have A Really

I Get So Lonely Sometimes, I Could Put A Box On My Head And Mail Myself To A Stranger.

I'm Doomed To Act Like Myself, Even When It's Inconvenient!

I've Never Contended That I Had A Really Horrible Life.

When You Do Try To Picture The Boys Who Do Ask You Out, They're Absolutely Featureless, Like Old Carvings Eroded By Centuries Of Rain And Wind.

Even The Best Of Us Are At Least Part-time Bastards.