I am the Ghost of Posts yet to come...

Curly, swirly metal binding: I see RIGHT through you. I will change my name to Fledermaus, then Wallflower, then Quantum, then Blue Nose, then Armored Lace, because if I fail to define myself all will crumble like cookies and brownies. I spent hours in the kitchen under a frilly, floral apron that I created with my mind. No one in their right mind would wear that apron, and it made me look like I picked the last item of clothing out of the poor box: so obnoxious. No sane person would wear it, let alone pretend to wear it.

Sanity. What an INTRIGUING theory. I think that insanity is an excuse for cowards! What did you call me? A cowardly lion, how dare I even pretend to be shy and insignificant when I am neither! Or, am I both? I can't seem to find the truth, though I lick its feet like the toadie I am.

Interesting fact: A toadie is an assistant who is devoted to his/her master to the point of self destruction. The term originated with a traveling salesmen whose main enterprise was the auctioning off of rare toads. During his pitch, he would order his assistant to lick each toad to prove their lack of virulence. Charming!

Are you a brilliant person? Probably. I love you, and Tuesdays are tough, but you'll get through them. PokéMaster would you like to go for a walk?

Real saints can give even when they themselves have nothing at all. Is caring shallow?

Mad Mind.

HHHHHHHHHHHH. Isn't H a funny letter? In chemistry, H represents hydrogen, which is a bit of an oddity of an element itself. Hydrogen forms bonds with both metals and nonmetals. It is the only bisexual element. Does it prefer one over the other?

Hydrogen: I'm bisexual.

Well, you can't join the army.

And the hydrogen bomb went blissfully unused.