I Don't Write The Kind Of 'happily

It Was Time To Pull My Moral Socks Up And Behave Myself.

Finally, A Human Man Saw Me As Intensely Valuable. Just My Luck He Was Happily Married And Thought I Was A Freak.

I Had Two Cups Of Coffee, Put Eric's Jeans In The Washer, Read A Romance For Awhile, And Studied My Brand-new Word Of The Day Calendar, A Christmas Gift From Arlene. My First Word Of The New Year Was 'exsanguinate.' This Was Probably Not A Good Omen.

Jb’s Mother Had Taught Him Early On That Appreciated Women Are Happy Women.

Do You Sometimes Wish You Could Fast-forward A Week? You Know Something Bad's Coming Up, And You Know You'll Get Through It, But The Prospect Just Makes You Feel Sick. I Worried For About Thirty Minutes, And Though I Knew There Was No Point In Doing So, I Could Feel My Anxiety Twisting Me Up In A Knot. 'bullshit,' I Told Myself Stoutly. 'this Is Utter Bullshit.