Lies: Quick! Distract me from being snarky.

Villainy: Pickles!

Villainy: The square root of two!

Villainy: Cellular distrophy!

Villainy: Tupperware!

Lies: Woo!

Lies:  If I had a Howl-type magical door that opened to four locations, one location would be convenient to you. <3

Villainy: Awwww

Villainy: That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.

Lies:  My boyfriend doesn't want to see Death Race with me...

Villainy: Why do you want to see Death Race?

Lies:  The cars go BOOOOOOOOOOM.

Villainy: It looks a little cliche... I mean, "The rules are simple: There are no rules."? Really?

Villainy: I think that one and all its variations need to be officially retired from the screenwriter's arsenal, unless they're being used in irony.

Lies:  The cars go BOOOOOOM.

Villainy: You, madam, are a woman of simple tastes.

Lies:  Boom.

Villainy: Yes, dear. Boom.

Villainy: Oh, drat it, I've written myself into a corner.

Lies:  Oh?

Villainy: Yes... I inadvertantly put my last argument as the one I really don't have an answer to, so I need to rearrange my paragraphs so that one is buried in the middle, and I finish off with one that I *can* defend.

Villainy: Apparently, for me, starting a blog runs somewhere along the lines of entering an essay class.

Villainy: An essay class where you can occasionally go on a brief tangent about your breast size.

Lies:  I didn't think that I was that unique, but I cannot find anyone on livejournal (so far, and just through casual exploration) that likes all the things I do.

Villainy: You are a snowflake, my dear.

Lies:  I can find lots of people who like all the things I do... until I add my music taste. 

Villainy: A snowflake with horrible taste in music.

Villainy: We *all* know that the Breast Fairy has been a little trigger-happy in your case, that's not news

Lies:  This is the best show ever because it has my current crush being a doting father and protective, loving husband. It makes my ovaries go "WHIRRRRR."