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

And We Spend The Rest Of The Evening Getting Very Pissed And Eating Ice Cream, As We Always Do When Something Good Or Bad Happens To Either One Of Us.

There's No Luck In Business. There's Only Drive, Determination, And More Drive.

You Know What Hans Told Me Last Week?" She Says As I Open The Door Of My Fitting Room. "he Told Me To Write Down A List Of Everything I Wanted To Say About That Women-and Then Tear It Up. He Said I'd Feel A Sense Of Freedom." "oh Right," I Say Interestedly. "so What Happened?" "i Wrote It All Down," Says Laurel. "and Then I Mailed It To Her!

Lover? I Don't Know. I Don't Know If She Loves Me. I Don't Know If I Love Her. All I Can Say Is, She's The One I Think About. All The Time. She's The Voice I Want To Hear. She's The Face I Hope To See.

Our Whole Family Thrives Under Pressure. It's Like Our Family Motto Or Something. Apart From My Brother Peter, Of Course. He Had A Nervous Break Down. But The Rest Of Us.