Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment.
Life excites me-just little, normal, everyday things. Getting out of bed. Getting dressed. Making food. I find it all exciting.
When I was pregnant. I exercised and was healthy, but it was also the first time since I was 14 that I wasn't on a diet.
I love my dad, although I'm definitely critical of him sometimes, like when his pants are too tight. But I love him so much and I try to be really supportive of him.
Solitude has its own very strange beauty to it.
There is no definition of beauty, but when you can see someone's spirit coming through, something unexplainable, that's beautiful to me.
I love to go shopping at Target. They have so much stuff there, you can buy almost anything, it's really amazing.
Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.
I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.