It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

Maybe that's why so many catholics have Jesus complexes.

I wish I hadn't eaten all of my chocolate bar, because I'm hungry.

Can I go to bed now, please?

~Fannie Mae

Valley of the Dolls at 2:20 a.m.