I Mean, When I Think About It,

This Is A Test, Isn't It? It's Like Choosing Out Of Three Caskets In A Fairy Tale. Everyone Knows The Rules. You Never Choose The Gold Shiny One. Or Even The Quite Impressive Silver One. What You're Supposed To Do Is Choose The Dull Little Lead One, And Then There's A Flash Of Light And It Turns Into A Mountain Of Jewels

Once You've Started Cheating, Does It Really Matter What Your Methods Are?

Christmas Shopping! I Can Do All My Christmas Shopping Here! I Know March Is A Bit Early, But Why Not Be Organized? And Then When Christmas Arrives I Won't Have To Go Near The Horrible Christmas Crowds.

I Can't Cook. I Don't Have The Right Brain For It, Somehow. I Can't Walk Into A Room And Tidy It Up. I Get Distracted. I Pick Up One Thing And I Start Looking At It. And My Cooking Is Truly Heinous.

Everyone Keeps Saying I’ll Pick It Up. But What If I Don’t? I Did Algebra For Three Years, And I Never Picked That Up.