What? I'm not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

Being a fangirl is the best thing that's ever happened to me. ...We know what we're into, we love hard, and we're okay with it.

It was the fangirl code for every book geek: read, chat, squeal. Re-read, chat, and squeal again, until it’s all over and the dreaded book funk sets in. Find the next best thing to fill the void, then repeat steps one through three as necessary.

Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.

He wants me, but he’s also letting me know that he’s happy with just this, that this is enough for him.

Supposedly has been on a two-day bender, and today is the first day the guy has been sober. So whatever went down obviously didn’t end with a Disney happily-ever-after. All I have to say is that you need to tell me what is up and it better include some rated-R stuff.