Psychic. What a joke. The only thing I can be sure of these days are the three men who have somehow battered their way past my walls and forced me to, dare I say it, start feeling things. Well...them, and my trusty trash panda partners in crime. But they've always had my heart. I must have kissed their asses real good, because instead of wanting to kill me, I think they might actually kind of like me. Circumstances,...