People Are Wrong When They

It Is Not The Eyes Of Others That I Am Wary Of, But My Own.

A Perfect Martini Should Be Made By Filling A Glass With Gin Then Waving It In The General Direction Of Italy.

It Is My Considered Opinion That The Human Race (soi Disant) Is Cruel, Idiotic, Sentimental, Predatory, Ungrateful, Ugly, Conceited And Egocentric To The Last Ditch And That The Occasional Discovery Of An Isolated Exception Is As Deliciously Surprising As Finding A Sudden Brazil Nut In What You Know To Be Five Pounds Of Vanilla Creams. These Glorious Moments, Although Not Making Life Actually Worth Living, Perhaps, At Least Make It Pleasanter.

Bed Is The Perfect Climate.

Your Motivation Is Your Pay Packet On Friday. Now Get On With It.