I Still Can't Spell Anything, But I

I Feel Like Some Of My Baby Fat Is Going Away, And That’s Not Just Physically, It’s Psychologically. I Think That Your Body Is In Tune With Your Mind And Your Spirituality And Your Heart. If Things Are Going Better, I Just Think You Look Better.

I Don't Even Have Voice Mail Or Answering Machines Anymore. I Hate The Phone, And I Don't Want To Call Anybody Back. If I Go To Hell, It Will Be A Small Closet With A Telephone In It, And I Will Be Doomed And Destined For Eternity To Return Phone Calls.

I Cry A Lot. I'll Cry Because I See A Person Walking Down The Street Looking Lonely.

There's A Hunger And A Fervor That I Have, But There's No Person I'm Going To Push To The Side To Get Where I'm Going. I Want To Create My Own Road.

I'm Glad I Lived Such A Full Life Before I Settled Down Into A Family Because I Got To Enjoy It And Get It Out Of My System.