My Breasts Have A Life Of Their

I Have An Old Soul. I Don't Know Any Real-life Lingo, So I Have To Take It From Movies.

I Just Love Film Making; All Aspects Of It. I Love The Idea Of Writing But I Just Don't Feel Like I Could Really Do It. I Didn't Even Graduate From School.

I Was A Weirdo. I Wasn't Picked On Or Anything. And I Wasn't Smarter Than The Other Kids; That's Not Why I Didn't Fit In. I've Always Had This Weird Anxiety. I Hated Recess. I Didn't Like Field Trips. Parties Really Stressed Me Out. And I Had A Very Different Sense Of Humour.

I Get Photographers Hiding In My Bushes. We're Way Past Autographs. We're Into Being Stalked And Followed.

"our First Conversation Was On The Phone. I Was In The Bathtub, And I Had To Tell Him That I Was In The Bathtub Because I Was Afraid He Would Think I Was, Like, Playing In The Toilet When He Heard Water Swishing Around. [...] Then We Had Breakfast In Santa Monica, And I Spit Egg Inside Of His Mouth When I Was Talking.