Being in rehab it's no fun. But afterwards it's like the best thing ever. I didn't want to leave.

It's quite nice to have a bit more color on the lips during wintertime. And it's festive, isn't it?

In school I was always the funny-looking, tall, skinny kid that got made fun of because of my weird teeth.

Every time I wake up I have this huge dreadlock in the back, and I don't know why. It's not like I sleep like a maniac or anything. It gets knots out really easy, and it's handy.

I used to love slapping people in the face when I was drunk. I thought it was really funny, so I did a lot of that. I'd pick fights with doormen and bouncers and stuff a lot. Ex-boyfriends. But nobody ever punched me back, so I don't know if that counts as a physical fight.

I think people like it when you have a bit of personality.

I love to get a massage but I'm quite a baby with it. I don't like them too hard or anyone walking on me or anything. When it's good, it's the best thing ever. When it's bad, it's an hour of absolute agony.