When I talk about my husband, I feel as if people roll their eyes. It's like when you're 16 and order a martini, and the waiter says, 'Do you think I'm stupid?'. They can't grasp that I'm old enough to be married.

I believe that every interaction is an act of fate in some way, that we're meant to interact with them, and it's our job to flesh that out and experience it to the fullest and learn the lessons we're meant to.

My sense of humor doesn't translate well into print, some of the things I say can be offensive or found offensive even though I don't mean them that way. So I have been told to try and censor myself here and there. I'm trying, but I'm not really succeeding at it.

Almost everything I say, no matter how innocent my intentions are, seems to get sort of manipulated and sensationalized and turned into some ridiculous news story.

I married my husband who is thirteen years older, so I will always be a trophy wife for him.

I hate doing photo shoots.

I'm horrible to live with. I don't clean. My clothes end up wherever I take them off. I forget to flush the toilet.