I would trade my soul for the perfect pair of high heels.
I have not yet mastered the art of moderation: I either love it or hate it, am all in or all out, am addicted to it or want nothing to do with it, I either indulge or abstain.
I have been collecting fashion and celebrity gossip magazines since I was little. I have a weird notion that years from now it might be cool to look back at the fashion trends and celebrity gossip of the past.
Lorelei Gilmore is my role model.
I live vicariously through characters on television shows.
I have no interest in things that are popular.
I always say I’m okay, even when I’m not.
I try to be a good person and do the right thing, but I’m not as sensitive as I used to be when I was a kid.
My confidence lies in the fact that I’m confident about all the ways I suck.
My bra and underwear rarely ever match.
I’ve come to learn that what you do in life doesn’t matter as much as who you do it with (that was not meant to be dirty, but you can take it however you like.)
There will never be a day that I don’t miss figure skating.
I dance in my room in front of my mirror on a regular basis.
My dog Soda was my best friend. I miss him and think about him all the time.