I don't like to think of myself as a 'virgin'. I prefer to think of myself as 'sexually incomplete'. You know. Like I haven't finished the course yet.

I think, when men tell women to lose weight, it's a diversion from their own lack of size in certain areas.

Have I ever been in love? Really in love? And why is it that with each new guy I think I'm more in love with him than the last?

There's a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.

Why do I keep evading my work? Is it because I’m afraid of being confronted by my lack of abilities?

That's the difference between girls and women: Girls find men fascinating. Women know better.

I sometimes read in a gossip column that I was at a party when I was in Europe at the time. It sometimes feels I've got a Doppelganger somewhere.