It's morning now, and I miss the soft rasp of her voice already. Ugh. I'm in trouble, aren't I?
Please don't talk to me like I'm crazy. I've been accused of personality disorders enough this week, thanks. You know I've slept with girls before and didn't get attached.
Wait, seriously, what's a piss pot?
Enjoy your cinnafucks!
Why . . . would a penguin be in a piss pot?
Well, this has been some shit.
Tell me you'll never lie to me again, and I'll go with you.
It's a new world, sweetie. We build our own destinies.
Hear folks talkin' about how some of us got the weight of the world on our shoulders? Fuck, maybe we do, but I'll hold onto it. At least it's somethin', you know?
