That's the trouble with having the whole world love you. One day, you wake up and it's flirting with your best friend instead. And you don't know what to do. You're thrown.

Great. Just great. One glimpse of his body and I have a full-blown crush. I honestly thought I was a bit deeper than that.

You know what Hans told me last week?" she says as I open the door of my fitting room. "He told me to write down a list of everything I wanted to say about that women-and then tear it up. He said I'd feel a sense of freedom." "Oh right," I say interestedly. "So what happened?" "I wrote it all down," says Laurel. "And then I mailed it to her!

I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.

Oh, this shouldn't be allowed. There should be a rule which says that people you've met in the gym should never meet you in real life.

It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.

The way I write is totally instinctive. I just write what I feel or what I find funny - and hope everyone else agrees.