How Many Cares One Loses

A Woman Who Cuts Her Hair Is About To Change Her Life.

I'm So Sick Of Immaturity, Of Name-calling, Of Labels, Of Gossip, Of High School. It Doesn't Make Sense Anymore, And I Find Myself Being Nice To People That I Want To Strangle.

Money For Me Has Only One Sound: Liberty.

I Consider Lace To Be One Of The Prettiest Imitations Ever Made Of The Fantasy Of Nature

Capel Said, "remember That You're A Woman." All Too Often I Forgot That.