When In Doubt, Ingest Carbs.

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

Why Should I Tell You?" He Asked, With No Small Amount Of Petulance. "if You Tell Me, I Will Leave You Alone," I Said. "and If You Don't Tell Me, I'm Going To Grab The Nearest Ghostwritten James Patterson Romance Novel And I Am Going To Follow You Through This Store Reading It Out Loud Until You Relent." Now I Could See The Fright Beneath The Defiance.

It Broke The Spell. It's Not That I Stopped Being Happy. I Was Still Inexplicably, Utterly Happy. But Suddenly The Happiness Had Implications.

I Can Be A Badass Dj When I Want, But I Am Also An Insufferable Music Snob.

True Love. I’m Starting To Suspect The Concept Is Pure Illusion, An Insipid Brand Name Manufactured By Hallmark And Disney.” — Cupcake