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Music Bypasses The Intellect, It Makes You Laugh, Makes You Cry, Makes You Want To Dance, Makes You Want To Have Sex.

This Is What I Am. I Have Periods Of Enormous Self-destructive Depression, Where I Go Completely Off My Trolley And Lose All Sight Of Reality And Reason.

I'm A Hopeless Mother; A Hopeless Wife; I Have To Try Harder. I'm Just A Pathetic Case History, Really.

I'm Quite Repulsed By The Diva Type.

I Watched My Mother Waste Her Life On Housework And Swore I'd Never Do That. Dave Does The Cooking.