It's A Fact That People

I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought Hats.

There Was A Look Of Woe On His Face That Was Almost Comical. Raids, Bullets, Criminals...no Problem. A Missing Duster? Crisis.

I Didn't Just Get An Idea. I Got A Great Idea.

Do Not Do That Again," He Said Stiffly. "don't Kiss Me Back Then," I Retorted. He Stared At Me For What Seemed Like Forever. "i Don't Give 'zen Lessons' To Hear Myself Talk. I Don't Give Them Because You're Another Student. I'm Doing This To Teach You Control." "you're Doing A Great Job," I Said Bitterly.

Stop Bitching And Try Again.