The Term 'celebrity' Makes My Skin Crawl.

You Young People With Your Twittering And Your Creating Of Content. Or What Is It - Queefing? I Don't Know What You Young People Are Calling It.

This World Is Bullshit. And Just Because I Appear In Music Video Wherein I Am In My Underwear, And Make Young Women Feel Not Good Enough So That They Become Anorxeic; And Okay, Maybe Because Of That I Became Popular More Quickly Than Other Singers Who Are, I Don't Know, Maybe More Talented Or Better Songwriters. That Doesn't Matter Because, And... Um... My Boyfriend Is A Magician, And He Can Pull A Quarter Out Of Your Ear And Say Things Like 'we Have Not Met Before Have We?' Go With Yourself.

You Can Tell A Lot About A Person By How Excited They Are To Do The Macarena.

Sometimes There's A Lot Of Tangents Because I Forget What I'm Going To Say So Much. Sometimes There's Very Little Tangents And Stuff For Some Reason, And Then Some Nights It's All Tangents And I Can't Find My Way, And Then Sometimes I Wind Up Just Talking About Something Completely Extemporaneously And Then Never Mention It Again Ever. It's Just Completely Different.

Protesting The Color Of A Man's Skin Is Not A Worthy Protest.