James Bond Junior. I don't know why, but it sounds funny. Hehe, say that three times fast. *mumbling incoherently* jamesbondjuniorjamesbondjuniorjamesbondjunior.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. ~Lord Byron
Bond. Hey, it's short, sweet, and to the point. And, nowadays, whenever you hear that one word, unless you're in a bank, you're probobly thinking: Bond. James Bond. Of course, that's assuming you're not an idiot. Well, the majority of the time anyway.
If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a wisher, a lier, a magic bean buyer. If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, For we have some flax-golden tales to spin Come In! Come In!~Shel Silverstein
The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein