I Had A Tumor. But It Was

I Am No Fun At All. In Fact, I Am Anti-fun. Not As In Anti-violence, But As In Anti-matter. I Am Not So Much Against Fun - Although I Suppose I Kind Of Am - As I Am The Opposite Of Fun. I Suck The Fun Out Of A Room. Or Perhaps I'm Just A Different Kind Of Fun; The Kind That Leaves On Bereft Of Hope; The Kind Of Fun That Ends In Tears.

Just Think, The Shoes I Wouldn’t Be Caught Dead In Might Actually Turn Out To Be The Shoes I Am Caught Dead In.

I Am Going To The Bad Place, As Is My Wont.

In The Window, I Fantasize... About Providing Grown-ups And Children Alike With The Greatest Gift Of All: Insight.

You Can't Win All The Contests And Then Lose At One Contest And Say, 'why Am I Not Winning This Contest As Well?' It's Random. So Truthfully, Again, Do I Wish It Weren't Me? Absolutely. I Still Can't Make That Logistic Jump To Thinking There's A Reason Why It Shouldn't Be Me.