I'm a musician first, a food-lover second, a dirty mouth with feet, and a girl last time I checked.

Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.

I'm really into moderation. Too much of anything will harm you in the end. Too much sugar. Too much pasta. I'm into drugs as a teaching tool, which is why I only take hallucinogenics. I mean, it's not like I've never done cocaine, but, on the whole, if I can't see dancing elephants then I'm not interested.

The truth lies in between the 1st and the 40th drink

My ears are huge. If there's ever a problem with a plane I'm on, they could just put me on the wing and I'll land the sucker.

I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?

When you stop putting yourself on the line, and you don't touch your own heart, how do you expect to touch other people?