With a lot of hair and make-up then I’m possibly remotely attractive. But it’s rare I don’t think I’m ugly but I’m nothing particularly special. I’m not a yoga and health girl. I don’t exercise that much and I eat crap and smoke and bite my nails.
I’m trying to have my own thing and I don’t know if it’s even possible. I didn’t realize so many people actually think I’m trying to be like my dad. I read comments like ‘She’s no Elvis.’ I’m not trying to be. I never set out to be.
I’m not eager to jump into marriage again. I’m in the corner right now wearing my dunce cap. That area is obviously a nightmare.
If I’m alone too long I think too much and I’m not interested in doing that. That won’t lead anywhere good I’m sure. If I’m busy I tend to stay out of trouble. An idle mind is the devil’s playground.
I think I’ve failed every test I’ve ever taken. If there was a failure I would have been it.
I don’t do yoga. I bite the hella outta my nails. I smoke I eat all the wrong food I don’t exercise.
I do like to write nasty songs. It’s a useful weapon to have and it’s cathartic as well because I create art out of anger something positive out of something negative.