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

Still blows my mind that toilet paper isn't free.

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.

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

I'm so happy to be around people. I just really like people, and being a freelancer can be lonely during the day, when you're at home trying to write anything you can.

No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.

This is very ambitious, but I don't care. I'm just gonna go ahead and find Amelia Earhart. Every day that goes by, I just fear the worst for her.