The crazy thing is, I never knew that a wiener could actually make me nauseous.

I am the first person to go to Barnes & Noble and buy the new self-help book. I like to fill out the surveys, then I get my friends' opinions on how I answered to see if I was being honest with myself or not.

I have a huge rib cage, which is why I can hold a note out until I'm blue in the face... because I have such a big lung capacity.

I don't even have a type! I don't have a physical type. I have an emotional type.

If I'm going for advice for anything in my life, I go straight to my father because he has the answers.

Well, for me, I grew up very Southern Baptist, and I definitely lived in my bubble. You know, I lived in my bubble that was in my church.

Sorry I don't eat buffalo.