Elsa was having a bad day. A day like any other, really, but today she wasn’t feeling interested in having a day like any other. She wanted a ‘day’, the kind that creates a day that would forever be a part of Elsa’s memories. The kind with drama, the kind with laughter and screams.

The kind with magic.

But unbeknownst to Elsa, her wish was granted. For deep within an old workshop of a forgotten ...

Why do people talk about Destiny in a bad way?

She is actually a friend of mine

Sometimes sour, but generally sweet

I mean, come on, stop with the nay say

She isn’t out to get you with nasty signs

Or punishes you with a satisfying ending, all proper and neat

Unless you deserved it

Then she’ll destroy you

But that generally doesn’t happen

(But FYI, don’t try to beat her at games; she’s competitiv...

“Not that one! That’s mint green, I need pale green. Now!”

Mr. Achello needed a Xanax. Or chloroform. Or a good old fashion smack upside the head.

Lisa goes back to the shelf and starts looking for pale green, which is soo different from mint green, and found it between emerald and juniper. Correct paint in her hands, she goes back to Mr. Achello.

“Here you go Mr. Achello.” He takes the paint, ...

Tick, Tick, Tick,

Must I listen?

Why should I?

The clock doesn’t care

Doesn’t feel

It just ticks

And ticks, and ticks

Tick, Tick, Tick

In a constant tempo

That nobody wants

Can’t it stop going forward

And try going backward?

But backward never works

It creates a never-ending misery

How about this clock?

Why don’t you just stop?

Call in sick, take a vacation, go to the dentist

Just stop

With the ...

Elsa was having a bad day. A day like any other, really, but today she wasn’t feeling interested in having a day like any other. She wanted a ‘day’, the kind that creates a day that would forever be a part of Elsa’s memories. The kind with drama, the kind with laughter and screams.

The kind with magic.

But unbeknownst to Elsa, her wish was granted. For deep within an old workshop of a forgotten ...