Dieting On New Year's Day Isn't A

You'll Never Get A Boyfriend If You Look Like You Wandered Out Of Auschwitz.

Eventually, I Manage To Cheer Mum Up By Allowing Her To Go Through My Wardrobe And Criticize All My Clothes.

The Whole Point Of Diaries Is That Other People Find Them And Read What You've Put. I Did Once Take To Writing My Inner Thoughts On The Computer At The End Of Other Things I Was Writing And Ended Up Faxing Four Pages Of Hideous Stuff To My Accountant So I Don't Do That Now.

Reminded Of Favorite Poem By Wendy Cope Which Goes: At Christmas Little Children Sing And Merry Bells Jingle. The Cold Winter Air Makes Our Hands And Faces Tingle. And Happy Families Go To Church And Cheerily They Mingle, And The Whole Business Is Unbelievably Dreadful If You're Single.

Nobody Wants To Be Racist And I Think That Most People Aren't.