If you don’t own crayons, I don’t want to know you.
I miss you I love you I have to let you go I miss you I love you I wish that you could know How to love me in return For your arms, I yearn But yours is not a love I can possess Although I must confess I wish that we could be but […]
What most people call “love” is not love; it is a self-absorbed conditional quid pro quo where you invest something only if a return of some sort is realized on a self-determined time line.
Identity theft is the most sincere form of flattery.
It’s National Taco Day and still no taco truck on every corner. So much for greatness
I wish there was a horn for your car that, when pressed, blared “GET OFF YOUR PHONE!” followed by a rousing rendition of “La Cucaracha”
When I listen to Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 5, I can’t tell if I’m being classy or about to watch a circus act.