One thing about life is you die. The other is you pay taxes.

I couple days ago I read in the paper that a eight year old kid committed suicide because he was bullied. He was my little brothers best friend. I cried because it could have been my little brother. I cried because it could've been prevented.

Save the fights for at home boys. That's what rolling pins are for.

When I'm sick, I am very tempermental. I do not appreciate being hasseled. I do not like being mothered. I do not like being flatly ignored. I do not like being laughed at for running out of tissues. I most ceraintly hate being denied my chocolate.

I use the names of heavenly figures either with an insult, combined with an expletive, or when I'm thinking about a boy - something 'Our Gracious Lord'would not approve of. So no, I most certainly am not religious.

That's why no one should disturb my brother when he's cooking. You never know when he'll turn around, chop you up and put you in there as well....

-Crazy

She's got it down to an art. That half smile and sad eyes. How to draw you in and be a friend. And how in the end that's not what you want to be at all.

I came to a conclusion, I am completely in love with the wicked witch of the neighborhood. She's got beautiful eyes and a mile long smile. She enchants and protects. But the worst is, she's my friend.

I can't say no, I can't say yes. Yet I know this new thing is for the very best. Asking for my approval, knowing I'll give. Then walking away with his hand in yours. Another sad, sad end.

You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?