Boy:  You're much like bowel movement gone wrong.
                                        Girl:  That’s all sorts of wrong, but thank you.
                                        Girl:   I'm at least remarkable in an icky sense.
                                        Boy:  Those are the words of love I have for ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:
Assumption is the mother of Anguish.

Dear Diary:
Now that I'm eating my vegetables, there's nothing left to whine about.

Dear Diary:
I'm all dressed up because I feel like it.

Dear Diary:
The Part and The Whole makes me uncertain of whether I can acquire a taste for crumbs.

Dear Diary:
When it's hard for you to make a choice, trust that the world will make it for you.

My dearest darling Livejournal Diary ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:
Guess what.

Dear Diary:
Today I was informed that the term of endearment "cupcake" did not suit me. Said informant suggested "septic tank inspector" and "fish entrails," among many other heartwarming nouns. He's obviously madly in love with me.

Dear Diary:
Is it romantic to say, "I wish I could grow mouths all over my body so I could kiss every inch of you at once"?