My religious upbringing was comically strict — even the Dirt Devil vacuum cleaner was banned. In our house, no one was allowed to refer to deviled eggs. We had to call them angelic eggs. We were never allowed to swear. I'd get into trouble just for saying 'Hell no'. If you dropped a hammer on your toe in our house you had to say something like 'Jiminy Christmas'. The only music we were allowed to listen to was gospel. No wonder I rebelled.

Everybody wants to have a commentary on my life, like they are actually living it. Cool, comment all you want but I'm the one that's living it.

There's a spark in you you've just gotta ignite the light and let it SHINE.

It was so draining. Going to parties to rub elbows with so-and-so and act like it's no big deal, when really all I was doing was hoping I'd have the success they had.

I believe in a lot of astrology. I believe in aliens. I look up into the stars and I imagine: How self-important are we to think that we are the only life-form?

I'm okay with having horrible lower teeth.

I have multipersonality disorder - in a very good way, of course - when it comes to my fashion choices.