Life Gives You Lots Of

I Don't Consider My Work A Job. I Consider It A Career. And You Don't Quit A Career.

Better Alone Than Badly Accompanied.

It’s Tempting To Wish For The Perfect Boss, The Perfect Parent, Or The Perfect Outfit. But Maybe The Best Any Of Us Can Do Is Not To Quit, Play The Hand We’ve Been Dealt, And Accessorize What We’ve Got.

The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants," She Says, Somewhat Cryptically. I Purse My Lips In Disapproval. "you'd Think The Heart Would Know Better.

She Didn't Want To Have Anything To Do With The Party. She Was Tired Of Feeling Like She Didn't Fit In, But She Didn't Want To Go Home, Either, Because She Was A Tired Of Being Lonely And She Was A Little Drunk.