As she left my room I knew I should shut up. But you know when you should shut up because you really should just shut up...but you keep on and on anyway? Well, I had that.

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

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.

Its okay I'm wearing really big knickers.

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

Look, I can't go out with you, because... because... because I'm a lesbian.

When girls walk home we put on lippy and makeup. We chat. Sometimes we pretend to be hunchbacks. But that is it. Perfectly normal behavior.