Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

I don't judge others. I say if you feel good with what you're doing, let your freak flag fly.

So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.

When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep walking.

I got to thinking about relationships and partial lobotomies. Two seemingly different ideas that might just be perfect together - like chocolate and peanut butter.

What you think you know versus what you actually learn.

I cringe inside when anybody gives me something. I don't know why. I just get embarrassed.