The Realism Frightens Me More Than The

The Anxiety Does Crawl Up. The Other Night I Was Having Panic Attacks: 'oh, My God, What's Going To Happen To Me? Am I Ever Going To Have Another Job?

I Was More Feminine. I Was A Girly-girl Until I Moved To New York. Then I Got Really Into The Androgynous Look Of The Early-'90s Club Scene.

Actors Rarely Stay In Touch With Directors After They've Filmed Together. We Go Back To Real Life.

The Other Day I Got A Text From A Boy, But It Wasn't Hot. I Mean, If You're Going To Text Me Every Day, You Haven't Seen Me For Months And You're Trying To Seduce Me, You'd Better Spice Up That Text And Make It More Exciting Than 'how Was Your Day? I Hope You're Having A Beautiful One.' Sadly, I Haven't Been Doing A Lot Of Kissing Lately.

I Think My Legs Are A Strong Point, So I Try To Draw Attention To Them Rather Than The Upper Part Of My Body.