COLLEEN IS A GOD.

She rides upon the wind and sings to the sunlight. When I wake, I pray to Colleen and thank her for the awesomeness of the world and all of those terribly sexy men who live in it.

Colleen is a giver of life and a buster of balls. She is the East, and other directions too.

Colleen is a low down cheap little punk. You knew she was a no good kid.

Hell is oh so

I am so cold. Turtle neck, two sweaters, blankets, gloves. Still cold after soup. I'm considering covering my window with a blanket. Also, Col is a pain in the ass.