In preparation for the launch of Goth Girl Rising, I am excerpting the book each day on Twitter! Every day between now and the book’s launch, I’ll be posting a brief excerpt on Twitter. If you’d like to follow me on Twitter, do so at http://twitter.com/barrylyga .

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  • It’s a pudgy little baby-thing. Why do people think babies are cute?
  • What would Fanboy do if he saw me like this?
  • I went into the kitchen and got the big knife.
  • Late night shopping runs are a BONANZA for car thieves.
  • I want him to kiss me. I realize it, and it’s so hard and fast that it hurts.
  • I think maybe that’s the secret that suicides know.
  • I think I’d rather have my revenge than be healthy.
  • I wish I’d known that YEARS ago! I would have been calling teachers sluts back in middle school!
  • I toss her CDs in the trash. Trust me, I’m doing her a favor.
  • “Don’t worry – the Spermling can’t find his dick under all the rolls of fat. Your virtue is intact.”
  • And his hands become fists and I’m pretty sure he’s gonna hit me, but I don’t care.
  • “You have to tell me something.”
    “What?”
    “The third thing. Your third thing.”
  • I’m so pissed I can’t even think straight!
  • I’m trying to imagine how someone could kill herself with a Schick Silk Effects.
  • “I thought…we don’t want people to know…right?”
  • “Don’t sling the bullshit my way, Fanboy. I look like a freak.”
  • Go ahead, lung cancer. Kill me. I dare you.
  • And Morpheus is in trouble because the Kindly Ones are coming to kill him.
  • “OK, well, in that case, you should totally have sex with Cal.”
  • “Chill out, Fanboy. You act like you’re gonna get some.”
  • the room the room the room is rosevomit because
  • “I need you to fire up your bitchiest bitch parts.”
  • “This has got to be a record, Miss Sellers,” the Spermling wheezes. “Even for you.”
  • What would it be like? To kiss him? To be with him? To have him as my boyfriend?
  • “Not that! Your head! Your goddamn head!” He’s shaking.
  • It’s strange to sit and talk to a boy who’s seen your boobs.