Because the thing is, it’s like my friend Vicky. She lived with this bloke—student housing, five of them all packed in. And this bloke was called Sean. And she loved him. She did. She completely adored him. Spent all day long talking about him … he never looked at her twice. I mean he liked her. That was it. And she wasted years pining after him. Years of her life. ‘Cause while he was around she never looked at anyone else. And I told her, I always said to her, time and time again, I said, “Get out.” So this is me, getting out.
↳ Somewhere, in some town, there really are the best waffles in the world. So delicious and rich and golden brown that anyone who tasted them would decide never to leave that town. Somewhere, those waffles exist. Why can’t it be here?
↳The smartest women in the country… I didn’t realize that by demanding excellence, I would be challenging… what did it say? The roles you were born to fulfill. The roles you were born to fulfill? It’s my mistake.