I wrapped that Monday and started on my third episode for Miss Match on Thursday of that same week and we just wrapped yesterday cause it was split over the holiday.

Television is my home. It's a special breed of person that can do nine months on and three months off, with 22 episodes of one-hour shows. It's very hard work. It can be a grind. It's not a grind for me. I relish in that.

I am a single mom and I'm the breadwinner and I have to work and I have to do these things and that's just the way it is. I don't think my son even knows any different.

I don't think that they know fully what's happening with Miss Match so therefore I don't know how many more if any, if the show's even gonna keep going.

No, I'm a horrible singer, I'm awful.

This is funny because I just had a job over the summer for VH1, a project I did called Strange Frequency where I got to play a Goth rock band singer.

Nothing beats a really rough massage. I really hate a man who goes all limp when he's doing a massage. Who needs a soft massage? Just get in there and rub me hard or don't bother.