The service at this airport restaurant is so bad I'm starting to panic that I'm a ghost.

A kiss is like a fight, with mouths.

I would like to be known as someone who was really sweet but also knowledgeable in all areas of life.

At first the kid kicking the back of my airplane seat was enraging. Then I imagined it was a broken massage chair and I kinda liked it.

I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.

I'm just happy our nations are on the same page of keeping shitty reality TV on the air. Small world!

Some women were talking about how I put out. And that's just not that case. I don't put out - unless I'm asked very, very politely, and that's not putting out, that's just giving in.