But I Let It Slide, Because, Hello,

Why Can't You Just Get Married In Las Vegas Like Normal Americans?

But I Guess You Would Look Beatific, Too, If The Man You Had Been In Love With Since The Fifth Grade Had Told You That He Was In Love With You, Too.

Your Assignment,' He Bellowed At Kelly, 'was To Make A Persuasive Argument. Demanding To Know Whether Detractors Of Your Position Are On Crack Is Not Arguing Persuasively.

This Is Not To Say That I Wasn't Completely Repulsed. I Mean, I Wasn't Exactly Proud That My Stepbrother Was In There Tongue Wrestling With The Second Stupidest Person In Our Class, After Himself.

Remember, If You Don't Feel Passionate About The Characters And Subject Of Your Story, Your Readers Won't Either.