I…hate…Robert Kelso. I hate his family, I hate his friends, I hate the guy that cleans his vaguely racist little lawn jockey; in fact, I hate anybody who ever even associates with him. Is that clear?

I don’t know if they taught you this in the land of fairies and puppy-dog tails, where you obviously, if not grew up then at least spent most of your summers, but you’re in the real world now. Nnnnn-kay?

It’s impossible to actually lie next to Jordan. Seems as she sleeps hanging up-side-down from the ceiling, wrapped in a cocoon of her own wings.

Giant who cares!

God? My Brilliance is now becoming a bit of a burden….?

You’re having a big day, there, Susan.

Oh, this woman is just fantastic. I mean, the breasts are probably fake, but, by God, those tears are real!

Look! This whole groovy guidance counselor” thing you people seem to have working is a total fantasy. I’m not that guy, you can go and ask anybody. Now, you’ve got to leave me alone, or I’ll punish you.”

I’ve. Had. Enough. The next whiny intern that comes in here looking to me for a cookie and a hug, I swear to Aisha, I’m going to hurt them. And you, you neurotic, one-woman freak-show, take your Blah-blah” to the blah-blah-ologist. Because if you are so stupid as to confront the Chief of Medicine over […]

I don’t wanna give you my two cents’ worth. But if you ever do wanna know my opinion, rest assured it will always be that you’re an incredible pain and that every time I see your kew-pie-doll face, it just makes me wanna pick you up and shake you until all the hours of my […]