Spontaneous combustion, supernovae and hot flashes, we got it all.
With so much confusion about the truth, I define some of my own.
Maybe we just blame it on the music?
My personal statement of my beliefs - at least some of them. Just don't call it a manifesto.
Worry is a wasted emotion, help those who suffer from it.
I almost felt creepy. Almost.
I should have known better - all I needed to do was help more.
Say it with me, "there's no place like home."
It's annoying, but lovely.
It's like this more often than not.