I like the company of guys. I have a lot of good girlfriends that I really love, but you know, most of my close friends are men.

Maybe the nails are a little stubby and gnawed on, but I definitely do not have man hands.

I love Toronto. I love it. I love Toronto. I love Canada. I can't wait to get back. Can't wait to have some Timbits.

When one is undone—sprawled across the cold tile of a public bathroom in a pool of one’s own vomit, or shivering in the back of a taxi in a pair of urine-soaked skinny jeans with no money for cab fare and a dead cell phone battery—much like a wobbly toddler or an unhinged politician, one immediately looks for someone else to blame. God. Your parents. Ex-girlfriends. Undocumented immigrants. Marvin in Human Resources. China.

I like the company of guys. I have a lot of good girlfriends that I really love, but you know, most of my close friends are men.

I really do know football.

They always say some women like to fix people. I don't like to fix people, but you like a challenge.