I will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.

P.P.S. I am giving you telepathic hugs. P.P.P.S. But not in a telepathically lezzie way.

Non...I am DANCING IN MY NUDDY-PANTS!!!' And we both laughed like loons on loon tablets. I danced for ages round the house in my nuddy-pants. Also, I did this brilliant thing-I danced in the front window just for a second whilst Mr. Across the Road was drawing his curtains. He will never be sure if he saw a mirage or not. That is the kind of person I am. Not really the kind of person who goes and raises elks in Whakatane.

I'm not a ice cream, i'm a human being

He has a song in his heart for me. I hope it is not "Shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!