“If alcohol is legal, I don’t see why people still have a ban on marijuana.”

I know what you need as a female to feel not just comfortable but powerful.

I think I’m a different kind of role model for young girls.

We live in a world where losing your phone is more dramatic than losing your virginity

I don’t need someone else’s power. I’m obtaining my own.

I think being sexy and comfortable in your body is a wonderful thing, and I don’t mind being acknowledged for it or appreciated for it.

I hate doing photo shoots.

My weight fluctuates constantly. I don’t really take good care of myself. I just sort of exist and survive.

Armani is a fashion house that I think is iconic and beautiful.

Self-loathing doesn’t keep me from being happy. But that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle.

I’m not a ‘sexy’ ‘beautiful’ woman. It takes a lot of work to make me look like a girl.

I still like the run and gun action movies and how truly dangerous it can be to make these films.

I would never date a girl who is bisexual, because that means they also sleep with men, and men are so dirty that I’d never sleep with a girl who had slept with a man.

People bullshit and fakeness are the main reasons why I like to be alone.

I think that I’m so psychotic and so mentally ill that if I could tap into that I could do something really interesting.

I personally always find something really scary about watching little girls learning to manipulate their dads by baby talking. Then they grow up and use the same technique on their boyfriends or husbands. That scares me because it’s just so sick on so many levels.

You want to go to work with people you like and where everyone is having fun.

My justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they’re going to do for the next five or ten years. The time they spend thinking about their life, I just spend drinking.

Alright, remember, alcohol equals puke equals smelly mess equals nobody likes you.

Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.

The Long Red Road is a story about alcoholism and dysfunction and tragic tale of a man who’s trying to drink himself to death on an Indian reservation in Dakota. It was written for me, so it’s something I would love to do.

I liked you better when you were drunk .

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

If I could drink only one wine, it would be Champagne.