If People Would Write Exactly What I

He Had This Old Southern Idea Of What A Lady Should Be. A Lady Should Not Carry A Gun And Spend Most Of Her Time Covered In Blood And Corpses. I Had Two Words For That Attitude. Yeah, Those Are The Words.

There Had To Be A Circle Of Hell Where You Were Eternally Fourteen, Eternally In Junior High. One Of The Lower Circles.

You Take Insult Where None Is Intended, But If You Will Find Insult Where None Is Meant, Then Perhaps I Should Try Harder To Insult On Purpose.

I Sat On The Bed. Neither Of Us Said Anything. I Wasn't Slick And Sophisticated Enough For This. What Do You Say To Boyfriend A When He Finds You Naked In The Bed Of Boyfriend B? Especially If Boyfriend A Turned Into A Monster The Night Before And Ate Someone. I Bet Miss Manners Didn't Cover This At All.

I Hated Missing The End Of Anything. I Was Always Convinced That The Bit I'd Miss Would Be The Best Part.