I miss the days of burning your kind at the stake. For generations we have settled for financial ruin and ostracization of your whorish ancestors – but know this, I will personally gut you and...

I never judge – out loud.

Trust me, somewhere over the rainbow, happily ever after, etcetera, etcetera – looks far less likely in your mid-thirties.

Burn him. Slowly. From the inside out.

You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential.

I can’t miss you.

Stop wiggling – you’ll move when I move you.

It’s a vampire cabal and I’m feeling like the odd human out…or lunch.

We’re animals. No shame, no guilt – no sin…