The Clique: The Only Thing Harder Then

You Must Be Poor. Why? Cuz Ur Not Making Any Cents!

She Raced For Him, Propelled By The Strength Of A Thousand Regrets.

I Completely Remember The Horror I Felt When My Pits Started Getting Hairy. I Would Walk With My Arms Pressed Against My Sides.

A Good Boss Asks What Part She Could Have Played In The Problem. And Then She Asks Herself What She Can Do Better Next Time.

Wearing Nothing But Sweats And A Sheer Coat Of Lip Gloss, She Wiggle Through Her Frosted Window And Jumped Six Feet To Freedom, Feeling More Charged Than A Visa Card At Christmas Time.