We're all ants. I'm a glittery little ant.

So forgive me, love, if I cry in your shower. So forgive me, love, for the salt in your bed. So forgive me, love, if I cry all afternoon.

I can be in the worst PMS, Mercury in retrograde, most awful circumstance - and then if my girlfriends and I are giggling about it, everything's okay.

...and what it all comes down to is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

I make up new lyrics to well-known lullabies. Mostly because I don't actually know a lot of the lyrics.

I know that I'm deeply, spiritually, profoundly philosophical and I also know that I'm about the flakiest person you're gonna meet.