The Language Of Love Letters Is The

I'm A Survivor, At Least That's What Everyone Tells Me.

I Am God And My Lawyers Are My 12 Disciples...do Not F**k With Me!

When My Mother Was Trying To Teach Me How To Make Friends When I Was A Kid, She'd Bring Girls Over To The House And I'd Give Them All My Clothes. Nothing Changes, I Still Do It. And Then I Wonder, "where Is That Really Nice Isabel Marant Dress That I Spent A Fortune On? Oh My God, I Gave It To Liza."

That Is Something I'm Specifically Equipped To Discuss - How Reputation Can Affect Even Your Capacity To Rent A Place. Having Good Credit Is Irrelevant In The Face Of Something Like Getting Thrown Out Of Court Six Years Ago. I've Really Thought This Out.

I'm Not A Theater Rat, So I Never Got A Theatrical Agent And Did A Play. I Came Really Close Though.