So I'm a wimp. Flying back to New York in two weeks for a weekender.

I like walking, except when I have an urge to just fly across the ground, running. I feel like I'm being pulled forward, sometimes, by my momentum and my legs can't keep up.

I have to remind myself there's no hurry. Slow down, breathe, take it in.

My Irish professor says 'thirty' like 'teahrty.' It's disarmingly cute.

Never have I ever seen name of ANY classic childhood films. What have you never ever? Be anonymous, if you like.

Post Secret is losing its charms for me.

I want to be someone's muse.