I don't have to spell it out to you because I presume you have the capacity to read.

That - that predisposition of yours to display your suggestive advancements, direct or indirect, verbal or otherwise - it gives me these feelings.

I can't afford another flesh-colored overgrowth on my arm.

But with the type of work I have, I can't call in sick.

Fonder you make my heart grow.

How to go bananas in Plurk?

I took the frontal lobe of my brain out of my cranium. Now I won't be able to think of anything insensible.

I've almost completely forgotten about you. Plurk, forgive me this time. I promise to download an app when I get a decenter phone.

Why wasn't I reassured?

I feel like a stranger in this world.