Another goal that I have is to learn how to play the ukulele - should be fun - and to stop taking my clothes off for money. But I need money. That is a ridiculous goal. I'm gonna cross that one off. That's stupid.

Sarcasm doesn't read sarcastic in print.

I'm just happy our nations are on the same page of keeping shitty reality TV on the air. Small world!

Guys. If your pants are below your ass you have no right to accuse any lady of dressing slutty.

He resisted for a while and there were some legal boundaries, you know, keeping me from being near him or his family, but in the end, love overcame. And I got what I wanted. I always get what I want.

Still blows my mind that toilet paper isn't free.

I think growing up on a farm in a certain amount of isolation, with not a lot of friends nearby, makes you entertain yourself and kind of grows your imagination - being alone is quite good for all that. You make up stories, talk to the animals, let them be an audience, a bunch of cows.