I was seen spotted with an older woman and a girl half my height in age. A leopard was also spotted.
My dreams and ambitions kept me company on the way there, and despair and regret were passengers on my return trip. I should have ridden a horse and not bothered with all that.
Too bad Americans can’t export Awesome, because I have boxes and boxes of the stuff just lying around in my attic.
I like watching baseball as much as my grandma’s left ear is loud. (She’d probably give her right ear for a left ear that wasn’t soundproof).
Falling in love too quickly spells disaster. But I’ve always lived dangerously, and I spell disaster with a Z.
I don’t encourage chaos to initiate a revolution. The only reason to revolt is because the people find the government revolting.
My first coaching experience led to a 77-0 defeat. But that’s not so bad, considering I taught the team one important thing: the value of cheating.
Both things have pros, and both have cons, but I think the pros and cons equal out leaving me unequal to the task of choosing.
All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of the sud...
I once got 7th place in a swim meet. Being top 8 is an accomplishment, especially when you consider that including me, there were seven competitors.
I’m not good at talking. Can’t I just nod my way through a conversation? It’s better than nodding off.
After I speak, my words merge with the wind, and if you’re listening, your ears act like sails and carry the conversation.
Dream dialogue: -Don’t cry. I, too, know what it’s like to be different. -But I’m not different. I’m normal, I’m average, and that’s why I’m crying.
I saw him do a No More Potatoes Dance, after he saw me stuff the last of the mashed potatoes in my pocket.
My shoes are scuffed and dirty from dancing. The grave of my enemy is where I go to find my inner Astaire.
And now, Elric had told three lies. The first concerned his cousin Yyrkoon. The second concerned the Black Sword. The third concerned Cymoril. And upon those three lies was Elric's destiny to be built, for it is only about things which concern us mos...
I used to be a bumper sticker kind of writer. Now I’m more developed, and my writing often takes up whole bumpers.
When the fog lifts on this economy, I think we’ll find a lot of people refusing to ever turn off their caution lights.
The only reason I didn’t feel like a complete fool was because the failure left me feeling incomplete.
Only the living can read. This means that when I write, my target market is people of the future. Greetings, people of the moon!
For dinner I had seared sneer with a glaze of distant gaze, and a side of mashed pride covered in grace.