Twenty-three is old. It's almost 25, which is like almost mid-20s.
I'm really clumsy, so I trip and fall a lot. And every time I perform in New York my pants split onstage. That's happened four or five times. Every time, I pull on my mom's jeans as fast as I can, so there we are, standing backstage without our pants on. It's like a curse.
The average pregnant woman farts 15 times that!
The crazy thing is, I never knew that a wiener could actually make me nauseous.
And I'm the worst liar of all time.
There is no perfect man! I think I'm meant to have many soulmates.