*Vanishga*
I missed you too. In the sense that I overlooked your disappearence, anyway. Sorry.
You're trusting astrology, which is a bad sign.
Timbers.
The Grammys suck anyway. You'll never win anything there.
Regret.
That doesn't sound very evil. It might even stimulate the economy.
Hey cutie.
Though separated by...ellipsis.
The Breakfast of Champions.
