I was 13. And on my own for about 10 months, but those were long months. My stepdad wanted me out of his hair and tried to put me in a home, a hospital kind of place for kids with drug problems, which I absolutely did not belong in. So I left that place and struck out on my own...

From a really young age, I was into female empowerment and supporting the underdog. Right now, I'm into female vengeance.

I still say I can do whatever I want as long as I'm not hurting anybody else. I don't understand why more people aren't like that.

I see so much beauty in people and in the world and when I see ugliness I try to either expose it or fight but also remind myself that it's mostly just people who can't spell who say mean things.

I have great luck. I'm used to people dying and going away. Not used to it exactly - but I expect it. Like, whenever people go off on a trip, I save their phone messages because I think they might die.

I love the absurd - kind of absurdist comedy, absurd things in life.

I am going to be pretty kick a$$ by the time I'm thirty, and I can't wait!!