I Live For Makeup And I Like

I Never Want To Get To The Point Where It's All About My Needs, And The Hell With Anybody Else.

I Don't Even Have Voice Mail Or Answering Machines Anymore. I Hate The Phone, And I Don't Want To Call Anybody Back. If I Go To Hell, It Will Be A Small Closet With A Telephone In It, And I Will Be Doomed And Destined For Eternity To Return Phone Calls.

I Really Wanted A Wonderful, Traditional Home For My Kid.

There's A Hunger And A Fervor That I Have, But There's No Person I'm Going To Push To The Side To Get Where I'm Going. I Want To Create My Own Road.

Don't Show Your Flaws.