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.

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

It's been a difficult thing because some great opportunities have come and I've just been holding my breath and praying... I'm basically gambling hoping something will come along this season and if not, I don't know what the future holds.

I wasn't willing to be a victim. I only wanted to survive, and I only wanted to get through.

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.

I have insecurities about being a good mom, or balancing my career with motherhood. All of those are very strong, very real obstacles. My motto is just unconsciously, and maybe now consciously because I'm saying it, is sink or swim. I'm a fighter.

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.