If you're a lame brain, then you're a lame brain. I can't help that.
If you call me a new-age, airy-fairy, hippie-dippy airhead I will shove my crystals up your ass.
I don't see music as working.
Sometimes, I think Trent just needs a cup of hot chocolate and a blankie.
I don't mind a dirty girl. But what I find tragic is when we, as women, become not the subject of our own story but someone else's object.
I don't know what a shrink would call me. I don't want to know.