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."

Villainy: Has anyone ever told you before that you, madam, are a psychopath?

Lies:  I ARE A SINGER.

Villainy: ^^^

Villainy: *^^

Villainy: I have three eyes, apparently

Lies: No, darling, you have four.

Villainy: Oh, my glasses? Those are protective lenses for looking at you.

Villainy: ZING!

Lies: Well played.

Lies: Villainy, you know what it means when you see a rainbow, right?

Villainy: That there's a pot of gold at the end? That you're gay? That it's been recently raining, and now the water left in the atmosphere is acting as a prism for the sunlight?

Lies: That God is having gay sex.

Villainy: God rarely has gay sex except for right after he's been crying.

Villainy: Of course, it begs the question...

Villainy: Who does he have gay sex WITH?

Lies: Poseidon.

Villainy: Good point. Sometimes they menage a trois with Apollo.

Villainy: And, yes, Apollo ALWAYS recieves.