It Is Horrid To Smirk.

I Hate Christmas. Everything Is Designed For Families, Romance, Warmth, Emotion And Presents, And If You Have No Boyfriend, No Money, Your Mother Is Going Out With A Missing Portuguese Criminal And Your Friends Don't Want To Be Your Friend Anymore, It Makes You Want To Emigrate To A Vicious Muslim Regime, Where At Least All The Women Are Treated Like Social Outcasts. Anyway, I Don't Care. I Am Going To Quietly Read A Book All Weekend And Listen To Classical Music.

I Will Not Sulk About Having No Boyfriend, But Develop Inner Poise And Authority And Sense Of Self As Woman Of Substance, Complete Without Boyfriend, As Best Way To Obtain Boyfriend.

It Occurred To Me That If Africa Needed Us, Sometimes We Needed Africa A Great Deal More.

Tom Has A Theory That Homosexuals And Single Women In Their Thirties Have Natural Bonding: Both Being Accustomed To Disappointing Their Parents And Being Treated As Freaks By Society.

It's Amazing How Much Time And Money Can Be Saved In The World Of Dating By Close Attention To Detail. A White Sock Here, A Pair Of Red Braces There, A Gray Slip-on Shoe, A Swastika, Are As Often As Not All One Needs To Tell You There's No Point In Writing Down Phone Numbers And Forking Out For Expensive Lunches Because It's Never Going To Be A Runner.