When someone anonymous tells me I'm fat, that's not a person to me. If they're not going to acknowledge me as a person, I'm certainly not going to acknowledge them as a person.

What a snarky jerk. (Obviously, I later slept with him.)

I actually didn't enjoy being a child particularly at all even though I had nice parents in a comfortable place to live. Just because I was too confused in generating too many answers for myself that just scared me more.

When I graduated college I had a series of just humiliating jobs that I couldn't believe I was at.

The end never comes when you think it will. It's always ten steps past the worst moment, then a weird turn to the left.

I'm just waiting to be 85 and be in a pajama community. Everyone's welcome to join me.

I've always had a talent for recognizing when I am in a moment worth being nostalgic for.