If It's In The Bin, It's Public

I'm Allergic To Family Occasions. Sometimes I Think We'd Do Better As Dandelion Seeds-no Family, No History, Just Floating Off Into The World, Each On Our Own Piece Of Fluff.

Just Because Of That One Disastrous Blind Date She Had Last Year, Where The Guy Turned Out To Be Fifty-nine, Not Thirty-nine (he Claimed It Was A Typo. Yeah, I’m Sure His Finger Just Happened To Slip Two Spaces To The Left).

It's Just The Way Things Are. And You Can't Dwell On What Might Have Been. You Have To Look At What Is.

For Years Now I've Kind Of Operated Under An Informal Shopping Cycle. A Bit Like A Farmer's Crop Rotation System. Except, Instead Of Wheat, Maize, Barley, And Fallow, Mine Pretty Much Goes Clothes, Makeup Shoes, And Clothes (i Don't Bother With Fallow). Shopping Is Actually Very Similar To Farming A Field. You Can't Keep Buying The Same Thing, You Have To Have A Bit Of Variety. Otherwise You Get Bored And Stop Enjoying Yourself.

I Know This Is Our Honeymoon. But Just Sometimes, I Wish Luke Was A Girl.