Sela Locke: NU. HOW COULD YOU.

I bet it was you who murdered Forked. I bet it was. It was. It totally was.

And now I have to sit alone in a corner without Stapleton, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT.

Oh, pain. Ohohoho, painn.

-SELA

Demeter: Have a good birthday!

Dream Deep: I don't know if all of the children in your family were given Excellence & Brilliance Lessons at the breakfast table (though I'd wager on it)... but judging by the three of you with whom I am acquainted, the awesome in your household is unbounded like the curve of an exponential function. Don't tempt me to show up on the doorstep. ^~

[Thanks for your comment on the blog, Chern. I truly and deeply appreciate it, more than you know... and more sincerely than I can articulate. Hope you crazy kids are taking care of yourselves out there in the Wild West.]

Prokaryote: I'm not good at making boring things interesting. I prefer to sift through the garbage and find the gold nuggets instead of practicing alchemy and turning the trash into gold. I guess I'm a scavenger.

Also, there aren't very many interesting people in my life, nor has anything awesome happened.

Prokaryote: Nothing interesting ever happens to me.


I guess I can make something up if you want.

Sela Locke: I can try.

-SELA

Sela Locke: If life is what we make it then why can't we make it right?

Because of who said so in the first place.

-SELA

Prokaryote: I'MA CUT OUT YOUR TONGUE IF YOU DON'T STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF

Sela Locke: Wow, Nu. Nobody's posted on your wall since the twenty-fourth. Kinda embarrassing? Yeah.

Mr. DEAARR EEE FGREEEFKG. Is. STUPID. He looked skinnier, ADDDEMAMAMEMEM did. We're going down the hill tomorrow, right? I want him not to be there. I really, really do.

-SELA

Conrad Rice: Merry Christmas, Chernobyl! ;)