I have an insatiable palate. I'll try anything once, with an open mind. However, there is a special place in my heart for Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. Don't get me wrong, I've sampled specialty Mac & Cheese all over the world, but nothing competes with the stuff I grew up on.

I laugh at what I used to think was cool when I was growing up. In all seriousness, I thought having braces was cool.

There's nothing I hate more than gritty, linty, mysterious pocket schmutz in the cap of my lip moisturizer - or, even worse, on the applicator itself. I shudder at the thought.

Don't get me wrong, I love watching episodes of my favorite shows on Hulu and reading the daily trash on PageSix, but I also embrace the opportunity to settle down with a good book and let my mind travel to another place and time.

Hockey seems completely lawless and, therefore, inexplicably sexy.

I spend an extraordinary amount of time in my car, so I can justify the expense. That's the only extravagance in my life - it's my car.

People ask me about fighting in real life and, honestly, it wouldn't look as graceful as it does in film and TV.