It's funny, because I never think of myself as Little Miss All-Together.

I don't use a lint brush or anything, and I don't iron, but I could easily pick lint off of someone else.

Well, actually, plucking my eyebrows is more of a hobby than a grooming tip.

It seems like everything is so polarized. You get the caricatures of people, the caricatures of their beliefs. "I hate this kind of person" or "I love this kind of person." But actually, there's a lot of great things about them. There are things to like. There's possibility of change.

I would not be good with someone who did drugs. As long as I know something, I can deal with anything. I'm really good. But what I'm not good with is inconsistency. And I'm not good with not knowing.

I only have to do three things to look halfway decent. Curl my eyelashes, fill in my eyebrows and put some lipstick on.

It's not like I let people do things for me, so I guess you can call me a control freak, or you can call me passionate.