There are times I go out and meet people and flirt, but it's not really appropriate to have anything serious.
I was, like, just eating Flamin' Hot Cheetos and drinking, and that's it.
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.
Cause in you're eyes, I'd like to stay
I had no clue they would fall into my armpits eventually.
My style icons were Gwen Stefani, when she was in No Doubt, and then Shirley Manson in Garbage.