these prunes are made for dancin

When I smile I get a warm fuzzy glow. I smiled all day today. It was mainly because a beautiful boy remembered me from an encounter a month ago, which I'd forgotton about, and formally introduced himself. He then continued to engage in conversation. I must therefore be beautiful too. Woohoo!

My tights expose my toes in case I want to wear sandals and remain protected form people discovering my leg colour is actually fraudulent. I feel special with them on.

Misogynistic talk is no longer amusing. Shut up.

The Darkness make me smile.

Ooh, I can't get over my beauty. Beautiful Phoebe, darling sweet pea, will you be my wife? Oh sorry, you are too beautiful for me, inside and out, you have truly been blessed and as Prince sings, 'you must be...the most beautiful girl in the world', you know what, damn right I am! And so modest....