I Mean, Most Fun Things

Still, The Word "boyfriend" Starts To Sound Pathetic After Age 30.

I Don't Want To Be Thought Of As A Survivor Because You Have To Continue Getting Involved In Difficult Situations To Show Off That Particular Gift, And I'm Not Interested In Doing That Anymore.

And When You're Young You Want To Fit In. Hell, I Still Want To Fit In With Certain Humans, But As You Get Older You Get A Little More Discriminating.

I Have Two Moods. One Is Roy, Rollicking Roy, The Wild Ride Of A Mood. And Pam, Sediment Pam, Who Stands On The Shore And Sobs... Sometimes The Tide Is In, Sometimes It's Out.

Sex Was For Men. Marriage, Like Lifeboats, Was For Women And Children.