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.

He had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides, Everything. A head.

You make me laugh like a loon on loon tablets!

Looking out of the window at the infinite sky, I prayed out, 'Dear Baby Jesus, I am sorry for my sin, even though I do not know what they are, which seems a bit unfair if it is going to be held against me. But that is your way. And I am not questioning your wisdomosity. In future, however, would it be possible for my life to be not so entirely crap? Thank you.

And the kittykats would have to erect scaffolding and a pulley to get him down. Mind you, I wouldn't put that past them. Sometimes when they are behind the sofa supposedly purring, I think they are drilling.

How many times do we all have to do this? Get up, go to school, again? Before everyone admits it's a crap idea?

This is the first day of the rest of my life. So why is my hair sticking up like a cockerel?