Here's How It Is: I Feel Guilty

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.)

My Friend Kathy Is The Only Person Who'll Be Halfway Honest With Me. 'did You Ever See A Cowboy Film, Where Someone Has Been Caught By The Indians And Tied Between Two Wild Stallions, Each Pulling In Opposite Directions?' She Asked.i Nodded Mutely.'that's A Bit What Giving Birth Is Like.

Hen Nights Should Be Banned. You're Honour-bound To Behave Atrociously, Then Feel Terribly Ashamed Afterwards. (this Charming Man)

When Happiness Makes A Guest Appearance In One's Life,it's Important To Make The Most Of It.it May Not Stay Around For Long And When It Has Gone Wouldn't It Be Terrible To Think That All The Time One Could Have Been Happy Was Wasted Worrying When The Happiness Would Be Taken Away.

I Rang My Mother To Thank Her For Giving Birth To Me And She Said, "what Choice Had I? You Were In There, How Else Were You Going To Get Out?