I Believe In Fate And What's Meant

Believe Me, You Can Get Into A Lot Of Trouble Being Sixteen Years Old In A Foreign Country With No Adult Telling You When To Come Home.

When I Go Out, I Love Steak And Caviar.

I've Never Been A Fluffy Sort Of Woman.

We Went To High School Together; He Was A Year Older Than Me. I Remember Him There . . . He Was Very Tall And Skinny, Wore Lots Of Ponytails In His Head, And I'm Pretty Sure I Bought Weed From Him. I Had To Have.

I'm Like Every Other Woman: A Closet Full Of Clothes, But Nothing To Wear: So I Wear Jeans.