My Cardboard Balcony

It seems that, every time I'm ready to crack my knuckles and get to a good summation of my recent life, something else big comes up that I have to deal or cope with. And this time, it's not exactly that nice. Sorry, my handful of readers, but a more detailed introspection will again have to wait. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Sorry, guys, but I can't find anything, at this time, to put up for Whims. In all honesty, given how I've ransacked my past inventory of writings, it might be time to wind this segment down and replace it with something else. We shall see.

"How nice that Samantha graced us with her presence," Kayla remarked dryly as she opened up her lunch bag. "I can't wait until she fills us in more on how sinful we are." Leslie nodded gravely before turning back to her can of soda. While the initial two weeks of coming out had been uneventful, it was almost as if the fundamentalists were finally getting the so-called guts to confront her. So far, obviously, not much had fazed her, but the biblical references were getting a little overwhelming, and reminding her of her parents.