I'm obsessed with beards. First of all, beards make you look like more of an animal. Second, I kind of like biting beards; it's a pastime of mine. And when I make out with a dude who has a beard - who are the only kinds of dudes I make out with - then my glitter gets stuck in their beards, and then no other chick will make out with them for at least three days.

It can bum you out when your intentions aren't, like, translated properly.

Sometimes it is hard to sing and dance at the same time but I would rather be off and be real and genuine about it to my fans.

People say that rock 'n' roll is dead, and I am making it my mission to resurrect it. I have rock 'n' roll pumping through my veins.

One fan sent me one tooth, so I made a necklace out of it. But then I found a bunch of my baby teeth, and started realizing I would love to wear a piece of my fans' bodies on me.

When you're around me, you're going to get glitter on you.

It's about time that society accepts people for who they are.