I've been having a lot of dance parties alone in my apartment while learning to cook. Part of my quest to be an attractive single is to learn how to cook and sew and get a license.

My dad used to open up photo albums and stuff and you'd have to tell a story about the picture but you couldn't tell the truth so you had to make up a story about whatever you were looking at. He really taught us how to lie.

Although we are Canadian, we have both vowed to remain unmarriad in solidarity with the millions who don't have the same rights as us around the world.

I know how I was born and I know that I have no choice. I know it may not show on the color of my skin, but I know it's in my heart and in my soul.

I always say that if I end up in a relationship where I feel like seventy-five percent of what I was looking for is there, then I've already won, then we're all winners in that relationship.

I am occasionally loveable but for the most part I’m like loving a raincloud.

I hate being so emotionally slutty. I need to stop loving everyone I have a long conversation with.