It's a mess in here. You left your sludge all over the floor.

Quickly now, you don't want to spill him. I move faster than you and I'm a fucking porpoise.

There is nothing finer than finding the feral saints.

New and modified.

Lonely much?

Pigsty.

We've made beautiful memories together, Lucifer.

To show what an agreeable and sociable person I am, I'm going to ask everyone a question.

What are some plausible reasons a teenage drama queen would have for being away from her LiveJournal for a month or so?

I have been, and will continue to be, playing by the rules.

We are one, Simba.