In Order To Be Miss

Yes, I Suffer Terribly From Depression. I Have To Work At Being Happy, It's Not My Natural Instinct. My Natural Instinct Is, If Something Wonderful Happens, To Throw Water In My Own Face.

He Had Mourned Each Of Those Great Trains As, One By One, They Were Pulled Off The Lines And Left To Rust In Some Yard, Like Old Aristocrats, Fading Away; Antique Relics Of Times Gone By.

I Have A Lot Of Friends That Are Ex-miss Alabamas And Ex-miss Georgias.

Remember, If People Talk About You Behind Your Back, It Only Means You Are Two Steps Ahead Of Them.

I Just Know There's An Albino Living In The Colored Quarters. I Can Feel It In My Bones.