I'm Not Ashamed Of Being A Bubbly,

Grease Is The Only Cure For A Hangover.

In The Story Shoes Are Just A Metaphor For What These Girls Go Through...the Grass Is Always Greener And Everyone Always Wants To Be In Somebody Else's Shoes; They Don't Want To Be In Their Own.

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 Haven't Been Worried About My Image So Much As I Have Been Trying To Find Projects To Push Myself Further Than Before.

The Truth Has No Temperature.