I Like You Very Much. Just As

I Will Not Get Upset Over Men, But Instead Be Poised And Cool Ice-queen.

It Seems Wrong And Unfair That Christmas, With Its Stressful And Unmanageable Financial And Emotional Challenges, Should First Be Forced Upon One Wholly Against One's Will, Then Rudely Snatched Away Just When One Is Starting To Get Into It. Was Really Beginning To Enjoy The Feeling That Normal Service Was Suspended And It Was Ok To Lie In Bed As Long As You Want, Put Anything You Fancy Into Your Mouth, And Drink Alcohol Whenever It Should Chance To Pass Your Way, Even In The Mornings. Now Suddenly We Are All Supposed To Snap Into Self-discipline Like Lean Teenage Greyhounds.

I Realize It Has Become Too Easy To Find A Diet To Fit In With Whatever You Happen To Feel Like Eating And That Diets Are Not There To Be Picked And Mixed But Picked And Stuck To, Which Is Exactly What I Shall Begin To Do Once I've Eaten This Chocolate Croissant.

It's Rather Fun Writing A Female Spy, Because She Has So Much More Kit. Bond Never Carried A Hair Dryer Or A Makeup Bag. And He Certainly Didn't Wear An Uplift Bra.

I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men. Not Social Skills. Not Work. Nothing.