She was determined to make up a story without introspection.  Already, reading her last sentence, her previous thought, her prior promise, she had already failed. 

“Foiled again!” she yelled throwing herself off a twelve story building. 

Just at that precise moment, some big helicopter that she was sure had a more technical name with fancy dashes swooped down and a strikingly handsome rescuer grabbed her by her petite waist and swung them both gracefully to safety. 

It’s a good thing I remembered to apply mascara today, she thought.  I wonder if he has a girlfriend?

Damn, she thought.  Foiled again.