I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.
Maureen JohnsonMots clés tweet
I followed your footsteps," he said, in answer to the unspoken question. "Snow makes it easy."
I had been tracked, like a bear.
"Sorry to make you go to all that trouble," I said.
"I didn't have to go that far, really. You're about three streets over. You just kept going in loops."
A really inept bear.
Mots clés winter winnie-the-pooh tracking bear
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
Maureen JohnsonMots clés insult-to-injury
Go see old virgins! Now ask a strange boy out, you shy, Retarded thing!
Maureen JohnsonMots clés humor
I guess life is full of maybes.
Maureen JohnsonMots clés recursive
I envisioned huge piles of the Elf Hotel flying off the belt, taking down everybody in sight. I had seen pictures of that Elf Hotel - it had sharp candy-cane spires that could easily impale someone. If anyone was ever going to be killed by an Elf Hotel, it would be my parents.
Maureen JohnsonMots clés flobie
There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.
Maureen JohnsonMots clés let-it-snow
I can sleep like a champion. I once slept through a smoke alarm going off. For three hours. In my bedroom.
Maureen JohnsonMots clés let-it-snow
Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.
Maureen JohnsonMots clés let-it-snow
You could wear the same outfit every single day and no guy - who isn't gay - will notice.
Maureen JohnsonMots clés humor
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