What's Better, I Wonder - To Be

Somewhere Between A Friend And Acquaintance—a Frequaintance, As It Were.

Tal Told Me He Loved Me, And Told Me And Told Me, But You Don't Tell Someone That And Then Tell Them They're Not Experienced Enough In Bed And Should Read A Book Or Something To Learn, Or They Should Try Wearing Deep-red Lipstick And Tight Skirts To Look Hot Like Their Best Friend Once In A While. If Tal Hadn't Lied To Me When He Said He Loved Me, I Might Not Be Without A Future Right Now, A Sucker Who Was So Chickenshit She Allowed Herself To Believe A False Dream From A False God. I'm Not Sure I Ever Even Liked Tal, Much Less Loved Him.

Do You Want To Guess What's In Here?" I Asked Dash. "i Think I've Got It Figured Out Already. There's A New Supply Of Red Notebooks In There, And You Want Us To Fill Them In With Clues About The Works Of, Say, Nicholas Sparks." "who?" I Asked. Please, No More Broody Poets. I Couldn't Keep Up. "you Don't Know Who Nicholas Sparks Is?" Dash Asked. I Shook My Head. "please Don't Ever Find Out," He Said.

The Humans Create Life, And Senselessly Cause Death. For Nothing.

Nick And I Could Become Goodwill Ambassadors For The City Now That The Porno Shops On 42nd Street Are Gone. Must Make Mental Note To Contact Mayor.