I Thought That I'd Have A Briefcase-and-power-suit

I Love Food. I Mean, I Really Love Food. I Take Pictures Of My Finest, Funniest And Most Fascinating Dishes, Post Them On Twitter, And Send Them To Friends. I Treat Menus Like Classic Literature, Refusing To Skip Even One Word. I Read The Description Of Every Item, Regardless Of Whether Or Not I'm Interested In Eating It.

My First Modeling Job In Paris, The Photographer Said, 'tue Es Belle,' Which Means, 'you Are Pretty,' And I Thought He Said, 'tu Es Poubelle,' Which Means, 'you Are The Trash Can.' I Burst Into Tears. He Was Not Happy About That.

I Am Much More Productive Late At Night Because I Have No One To Look To For Entertainment Aside From Myself.

I Know My Football. And I Adore Football Players. The Crashing Noise Of A Tackle, The Huddle Grunting, And The Roar Of The Crowd Are Music To My Ears.

Why Do I Always Choose The Shopping Cart With The Squeaky Wheel? Is It My Bad Luck, Or Are All The Carts Dysfunctional?