I was going to call my autobiography (coming to a store near you sometime in the distant future) "Dear Fatty" but then I realised Dawn French has already beaten me to it. Darn her wittiness. And her timeliness.

Stop stealing my ideas before I've had them, world!

You know when you find out that someone smokes and you just think "EWW"? Smoking is stupid and gross. Stupid people do stupid things, and gross people do gross things, and smokers are both of these things together. Sadface.

So much of the cuteness. I tie a little bow, yes?

From here.

Success.

See, the thing I have learnt is that success comes to people who snatch candy from babies and then blame it on the puppy - essentially, people who are not nice.

So why am I not successful? I'm not nice. I'm as not-nice as can be. So what's the matter?

I'll tell you what - it's because I'm passive. I am the puppy who cops the flack in the above mentioned metaphor. I have the thoughts and plans and then I fail to execute. If I were the hangman I'd have been relegated to putting down the straw and feeding the pigs. 


You have to be willing to take success, in whatever form, from whoever has it. You can't just sit around waiting. People don't hand things to you, even if it's their job. 


So, boldly and beyond!

...Once I get some sleep.


Peace and love,

S.