Who cares how big her tits are? Small ones taste just as good as big ones.

No bad decision ever resulted in cake.

I wonder how many women lose their anal virginity because their boyfriends "slip"?

Baking is science for hungry people.

I don't watch a lot of movies anymore.

The flame of passion that belongs to a lover isn't a lighter you can flick on and off. It's a delicate fire that must be lulled into a false sense of security so you can nail it's mom. Or sister. Fire is cool with this. Your lover might not be.

Medication can't solve all of women's problems. After all, they're still women.

Men are pigs and assholes (I know I've been called that enough to wonder)

Women are crazy (firsthand knowledge).

The miracle of dating is that stupid people get together at all.

I'm having a wild and crazy time lately, so much stuff up the air with housing and school and life in general. Weird thing is this is the happiest and productive and accomplished I've felt in years. It's pretty nice. I finally feel like I'm getting my shit together. Not that there aren't "hiccups", but that just motivates me to work harder.

I sing. Terribly. But I can't contain myself, even I try to when I'm around new people, but that's it. I'm just huge on all kinds of music and when something comes on that I like I just go, sometimes without realizing it. This is why drunk Sammie love sing star. Even if I can't carry a tune in a bucket.

I keep thinking I'm writing on Lysee's facebook wall.

That's me. I'm busy!