Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

I'm Told There's No Going Back. So I'm Choosing Forward.

We All Just Took The Bookstore At Its Word, Because If You Couldn't Trust A Bookstore, What Could You Trust?

But She's Not, And I Am Left To Wonder On My Own: How Does This Work, The Getting To Know A New Guy Without Revealing Too Much Desperation For His Undivided Attention?

Who Else Would Find Me At Just This Moment? First He Found Me Drunk, Now He Found Me Cleaning Up Poo From A Barking Pony Who Was About To Go Into Attack Mode.

The Universe Doesn't Decide What's Right Or Not Right. You Do.