I don't know how it happened, but everyone thinks I'm this crazy b***h. Maybe because I don't have eyebrows. A lot of bands talk s**t about me and I post a blog calling them out. F**k them. The future is bright pink so put on some sunglasses, b****es.

I think it's so archaic that cosmetic companies are still using animal by-products and insects in their products! It's 2016, why is anyone still doing that?

Haters are just confused admirers because they can't figure out the reason why everyone loves you.

Every day is something new. It's kind of like Hurricane Katrina. Some days I'm recording or going shopping or having a group orgy. Maybe today I'll go to Louis Vuitton and have sex with a straight guy. I have to balance my time.

I am not single and I'm not taken. I'm simply on reserve for one who deserves me.

I've been a makeup artist since I was 12 and it was always a dream of mine back them to have my own line. I would spend hours every night recreating looks I saw in my mother's Cosmo magazines and it was my escape. When you come from a poor background and a family full of alcoholics, you don't fully understand what that means when you're a little kid. I found art and makeup, it changed my life.

If everyone spent as much time o happiness as they did on drama and anger, they'd shine a lot brighter!