People always assume that I'm some sort of party girl, and that's such a misconception because I like staying home.

Someone once said that two halves make a whole. And when two halves move in together, it makes a whole lot of stuff.

He's the funniest, smartest person I know. It doesn't mean he doesn't bug me and I'm sure I bug him sometimes.

Every once in awhile, a girl has to indulge herself.

I'm thinking balls are to men, what purses are to women. It's just a little bag but we'd feel naked in public without it.

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

When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?