Author has written 53 stories for Fantasy, General, Nature, Humor, General, Life, Love, Romance, and Humor.
Okay, so after an extremely long hiatus, I'm back. Perhaps for a few days, perhaps a few months, maybe even a few years (don't count on it), but the fact remains that I am back, and hopefully a little better than when you last read me. So come in, sit down, read, and write me some reviews, or I shall be forced to crawl back into my habitual state of laziness and go on yet another hiatus.
Location: New England (Go Red Sox and Patriots!)
Favorite Book, Movie, and Soundtrack(currently): The Phantom of the Opera
In My CD Player: Anna Nalick's "Wreck of the Day"
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.You live and learn. At any rate, you live.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.
A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.
Douglas Adams (1952-2001)
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying.
Woody AllenIf love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?
I always wanted to be someone, now I realize I should have been a bit more specific...
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity... and I'm not sure about the universe.
No good opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.
When this girl at the museum asked me who I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, "I like mayonnaise." She just stared at me, so I said it again louder. Then she left. I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me.
When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmboy!