You Can't Beat The Beehive For Glam

...some People Aren't Worth The Trouble Of Being Kind To, Because They Have Neither The Brains Nor The Power To Make Something For Themselves Out Of Your Kindness.

The Way I Pictured It, All This Grief Would Be Like A Winter Night When You're Standing Outside. You'll Warm Up Once You Get Used To The Cold. Except After You've Been Out There For Awhile, You Feel The Warmth Draining Out Of You And You Realize The Opposite Is Happening; You're Getting Colder And Colder, As The Body Heat You Brought Outside With You Seeps Out Of Your Skin. Instead Of Getting Used To It, You Get Weaker The Longer You Endure It.

If The Girls Keep Dancing, Everybody's Happy. If The Girls Don't Dance, Nobody's Happy.

Thanks To The Greatest Invention Of Recent Years, The Mp3-playing Alarm Clock, I Can Now Choose The Song That Wakes Me Up In The Morning.

Tonight, I Feel Like My Whole Body Is Made Out Of Memories. I'm A Mix-tape, A Cassette That's Been Rewound So Many Times You Can Hear The Fingerprints Smudged On The Tape.