I'm not comfortable leaving my house. If someone invites me over, I would go but it's not like I'm one to say, 'Hey, let's hang out at your house tonight.'

I have a lot of glass in my house, and I remember saying as a joke once that I clean my stuff with Windex while my friends are over, but then I found myself actually doing that the other day. It's horrible.

I feel weird if I can't move my face, and that one time I overdid it, I felt trapped in my own skin.

I would probably say I identified more with drama. I'm a really emotional, sensitive person. I'm family-minded and I'm the youngest of four kids. I have nine stepbrothers and sisters. And I love drama. I really do.

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

You know, my mother's beautiful, my dad was a really handsome man, and there was a lot of talk about looks when I was growing up.

I'd like another child, and maybe if it doesn't work out, I'll adopt.