Polly Says.

Gravity is beneath me, and so are you, feeble human.

My Sanctuary.

Although this photograph is unable to capture the smell of garbage that permeates my residence, it does, however, illustrate what has happened since I went on strike and declared that all roommates are responsible for their own mess.

Straw Pride.

After knocking the straws onto the kitchen floor, Gloria eagerly awaits the enjoyment of watching her human servants clean up the mess as she mocks their inferiority.

Definitions.

Cory: I have to go to bed right away and it's SO early. Does that make me gay?

Craig: No, that makes you soft. Gay is when two men have sex with each other.

[Craig and Cory engage in philosophical discussion regarding the definition of gay].

Excerpt From.

My favourite excerpt from The Bell Jar [Sylvia Plath]:

...I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.