I Am A Rubbish Flirt.

I Don't Read Novels Whilst I'm Writing One; I Just Haven't Got A Wide Enough Brain To Concentrate On Incoming And Outgoing In The Same Time Zone.

I'm Known Among My Friends For Saying Things I Probably Shouldn't Sometimes, But I Have To Get Things Out In The Air.

For Me, Whatever Age Or Size I've Been, I Have Rather Liked Myself. The Shell Is Not The Thing At All.

What Was I Thinking? Fact Is I Wasn't Thinking. I Didn't Want To Think. I Wanted To Feel.

Why Would I Worry About Getting Older - What's To Moan About?