Waiting To Be 'better' Is The Wrong

I Love Prada. Not So Much The Clothes, Which Are For Malnourished Thirteen-year-olds, But I Covet, With Covety Covetousness, The Shoes And Handbags. Like, I Love Them. If I Was Given A Choice Between World Peace And A Prada Handbag, I'd Dither. (i'm Not Proud Of This, I'm Only Saying.)

I'm Proud Of What I Write And Feel Endorsed By My Readers.

I've Never Made A Secret Of The Fact That I'd Have Loved To Have Children.

Minsk! How Pissed-off That Sounded! It Was Great. You Could Scare The Bejayzus Out Of Someone If You Said It Right.

Medically Speaking, There Is No Such Thing As A Nervous Breakdown. Which Is Very Annoying To Discover When You're Right In The Middle Of One.