I Guess My Guilty Pleasure

I Was Just Struggling With My Inner Vachette And Pondering The Depths Of My Own Inhumanity.

Most People Would Have Found It Grotesque, But When You're In Love Nothing Is So Abstract Or Horrible That It Can't Be Thought Of As Cute.

It's Unrealistic To Live Your Life Within Such Strict Parameters.

Comfort Has Its Place, But It Seems Rude To Visit Another Country Dressed As If You’ve Come To Mow Its Lawns.

I Had To Wrestle Daily With Both My Inadequacy And My Uncontrollable Jealousy. I Didn't Want To Kill Her, But Hoped Someone Else Might Do The Job For Me.