Crazy Glenn. We know I'm nuts.

Isn't it fun to be nuts? Isn't it fun to be crazy?

I considered him and felt the now familiar crush of emotions weighing on me, begging me to cave in and fall into his strong arms.
I pushed back with every ounce of energy I had left.
Every time I trusted someone, I got hurt. Every time I let go, I was let down. Not again. I would drive them away before the left.

God thank you for everything you've given us. For the time we have together. And for the miracle of Christmas. Thank you for the Atonement, the chance to start all over again. Help us to always remember who we are and to trust that we are worthy to make it through our storms. Amen>

We're not flamingo nuts, but we are flamingo crazy.

See, Red? When life hands you lemons, you know what you gotta do?”
“Wow,” Lauren said. “Yes, Mr. Cliché, I know what I have to do. I make lemonade.”
“No,” he said. “You scream, ‘Fuck you, lemons!”
“And then you throw those goddamn lemons into oncoming traffic, and you go do what you want to do.