I Am Going To Become A Writer

I Am Going To Keep My Mind (well, What's Left Of It) Occupied By Doing (and I Never Thought The Day Would Come When I Would Say This) My Homework.

You Are Not Ashamed Of Our Luuurve, Are You, Jas?' 'look, Shut Up, People Might Hear.' 'what Do You Mean, The People Who Live In The Telephone?

This Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life. So Why Is My Hair Sticking Up Like A Cockerel?

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.

Dad Has Brought Me A Cup Of Tea In Bed This Morning! I Said, 'vati, Why Are You Waking Me Up In The Middle Of The Night? Are You On Fire?