But If You Are Single The Last

One Must Not Live One's Life Through Men But Must Be Complete On Oneself As A Woman Of Substance.

I Hate Christmas. Everything Is Designed For Families, Romance, Warmth, Emotion And Presents, And If You Have No Boyfriend, No Money, Your Mother Is Going Out With A Missing Portuguese Criminal And Your Friends Don't Want To Be Your Friend Anymore, It Makes You Want To Emigrate To A Vicious Muslim Regime, Where At Least All The Women Are Treated Like Social Outcasts. Anyway, I Don't Care. I Am Going To Quietly Read A Book All Weekend And Listen To Classical Music.

Can Officially Confirm That The Way To A Man's Heart These Days Is Not Through Beauty, Food, Sex, Or Alluringness Of Character, But Merely The Ability To Seem Not Very Interested In Him.

For Me, Writing Bridget's [jones] Stories Is An Instinctive, Organic Thing, Which Tends To Happen More By Accident Than Design.

I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men. Not Social Skills. Not Work. Nothing.