I rock the condiments.

I'll never get up enough nerve to take off this coat and show them my itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini.

My boyfriend thinks I'm a stalker. Well, he's not exactly my boyfriend yet.

Just think, if we had a nickel we could listen to music instead of humming to ourselves.

I'm about as frustrated as a crackhead without a lighter.

Chateau, Chapeau... Whatever!

Mommy are these for the mean boys I was playing games with? Heavens no, these are for the nice boys who thought I was your older sister.