Platonic relationships do exist.
And girls don't always like rich jerks.

http://dermnetnz.org/reactions/pmle.html

An articulate (haven't done one of these in a while):

Didn't I tell you? You are merely a footnote in his chapter of my life.

This has never happened before.
I have sun poisoning or something; I don't know. I don't have a fever or anything, but everywhere I got sunburned, I am now covered in horribly itchy little bumps. They are driving me crazy. I need to get some Benadryl. If anyone else has advice/insight, it'd be greatly appreciated.

The first line of defense that will never get you anywhere:
But dad, I'm 22 years old. All the other kids are making decisions.

And I finally understand the freedom that comes in running.
And I wish I could run forever and never stop.
"And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town again."

With my lastest torrent splurges, it's time to clean out my hard drive...
at least until Christmas, when I ask for a larger one.

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For the past few years I have made a point to avoiding the cowardice of hiding behind the aim window.

Way to go, kid.

The Half-Blood Prince is...

me, fools.

My fear of being caught emerges only from my fear of being told to stop.
Proof we can exist like this for an extended period of time provides proof that it's okay.