Do I Mind Being Called A Chick-lit

I Haven’t Had Botox Because My Face Is A Bit Lopsided And I Depend On Keeping Everything Animated So That People Don’t Notice.

Besides, I'd Seen A Really Nice Pair Of Shoes Yesterday In The Mall And I Wanted Them For My Own. I Can't Describe The Feeling Of Immediate Familiarity That Rushed Between Us. The Moment I Clapped Eyes On Them I Felt Like I Already Owned Them. I Could Only Suppose That We Were Together In A Former Life. That They Were My Shoes When I Was A Serving Maid In Medieval Britain Or When I Was A Princess In Ancient Egypt. Or Perhaps They Were The Princess And I Was The Shoes. Who's To Know? Either Way I Knew That We Were Meant To Be Together.

No More Humiliation For Me, Thanks Very Much. No More Swallowing My Anger. Honestly, I Couldn't Manage Another Mouthful. But It Was Delicious. Did You Make It Yourself?

You've Recognised A Fundamental Feature Of An Addict's Life. Maintaining Your Habit Is So Important You've No Real Interest In Anything Else.

I Never Wear Flats. My Shoes Are So High That Sometimes When I Step Out Of Them, People Look Around In Confusion And Ask, "where'd She Go?" And I Have To Say, "i'm Down Here.