Part of a horror movie has to be a bit fakey for me to really enjoy it. The new ones are so realistic that they distract me from the ride through the horror.

In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.

Love will make a way out of no way

I do dumb stuff, like playing my favorite dumb Barry White song and lip-synching into the mirror so it looks like his voice is coming out of my mouth.

I live in constant fear of being fired or dropped for that dark part of my work I can't control.

For horror movies, color is reassuring because, at least in older films, it adds to the fakey-ness.

I wasn't afraid to be laughed at or be loud.