It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn't hinder and God wouldn't hurry.

And now, finished with that puzzling mixture of insane intimacy and isolation which is notoriety, Velvet was able to get on quietly to her next adventures.

Did my good deed for the day. Still not close to heaven, but it's something.

Birds are sensitive to mispronunciation, even more sensitive than the French.

Girls don't poop, so don't claim you do. You can fart - because farting is funny - but we don't want to know that you poop.

I actually get quite sad when I smell bacon.

If the preservation of the home means the enslavement of women, economically or morally, then we had better break it.

After all, things are what they are. A message is a message, plates are plates, men are men, and life is life.

Having a safe space to imagine and dream and (re)invent yourself is the first step to being happy and successful, whatever road you choose to pursue.

But one thing I have to say about Darcy and dating is this: she never blew us off for a guy. She always put her friends first- which is an amazing thing for a high school girl to do.

I still don't know quite what I'm supposed to do or be.

When I am fighting I am keeping my mind empty for any expectations. I am waiting for something unique, completely new.