I'm Trying Not To Change.

Not Completely, But Neither Of Us Gets Mad When The Other Doesn't Text Back Or Call. Life's Super-busy. Obviously You Know What They're Doing, And You Trust Them. We're So Young That It Would Almost Be Like If We Lived In The Same City, What Would Happen? We'd Be Living Together. At Least This Way He's In The Same Boat As I Am: We Can Go Out And Have Our Own Lives And Know That We Have Each Other.

It's Interesting That There's So Many Different Sides Of This: Women Get Frustrated That We Don't Get Paid Enough; And Then The Republicans Or The Ceos That Are Men Say, "well, It's Because Women Take Off Time For Maternity Leave."

I Picked Up An Issue Of 'cosmopolitan' The Other Day That Had Tips For Job Interviews, Because I Was Like, "i Need To Get Better At Interviews." The Article Was Basically About How To Get Someone Not To Hate You In 20 Minutes. Every Single Thing They Told You Not To Do, I Was Like, "i Do That Every Day."

I Think That People Are Built The Way That They’re Built. There’s That Kate Moss Quote That’s Like ‘nothing Tastes As Good As Skinny Feels’ And I Can Name A Lot Of Things That Taste Better Than Skinny Feels: Bread, Potatoes … A Philly Cheesesteak And Fries.

I Get Photographers Hiding In My Bushes. We're Way Past Autographs. We're Into Being Stalked And Followed.