The brunette phase just came about because I was fed up with this 'Blonde Angel Image'. The rebel in me demanded a new color.

I'm moving to a point that I'm fed up with the N.C.A.A. dictation.

I'm fed up with being bossed around.

For me, there's nothing better than curling up in my favorite blanket on a cloudy or rainy day and just knit. Especially in front of the fireplace.

We here in Egypt are fed up with U.S. colonialism.

I just started to write because I was fed up of not seeing the stories that I wanted, so I was like 'Stop moaning and write something.'