Hey, I'm a girl, and we like to play dress-up.
I am human, and, yeah, I have very bad days.
I've always said that I worry about being with a man who doesn't flirt.
I'd love to get pajamas. Good, nice and warm flannel ones.
The idea of stuff just hanging in my closet and not being used - there's a little bit of the African in me that gets bothered by that [somewhat].
I was raised with the idea that you can feel sorry for yourself, but then, get over it, because it doesn't get you anywhere. There was always this awareness that you have to be responsible for yourself in order to have what you want