I Certainly Think I'll End Up Writing

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

Exes Should Never, Never Go Out With Or Marry Other People But Should Remain Celibate To The End Of Their Days In Order To Provide You With A Mental Fallback Position.

In Terms Of Myself, My Next Big Plan Is To Loose 7llb (as I've Been Planning To Do Since I Was Seventeen) Also To Go To The Gym Three Times A Week, Not Merely To Buy A Sandwich. And Also De-clutter The Garage.

It Struck Me As Pretty Ridiculous To Be Called Mr. Darcy And To Stand On Your Own Looking Snooty At A Party. It's Like Being Called Heathcliff And Insisting On Spending The Entire Evening In The Garden, Shouting "cathy" And Banging Your Head Against A Tree.

There Are So Many Images Pushed At Women And So Many Ideas Of What You're Supposed To Be. I Think There's Too Much Of This Superwoman, This Woman With A Bottom Like Two Billiard Balls. There's No Real Celebration Of Just Being A Person.