With this crazy lifestyle, you have to think of places where you can still have your freedom.
I don't mind having people over, but it's weird how much more withdrawn I've become than being social in public places, I guess.
I'm the ugly sister. I'm the fat one. I'm the transvestite. I have had those mean things said about me at least twice a day for the last five years. It's horrible, you know? But I can brush that stuff off.
The amount of things I want to tweet that I get talked out of? It's probably four times a week. I'm very hotheaded.
I used to follow trends and try to do exactly what I saw in the magazines, but I'm not a Victoria's Secret model who can wear anything.
With my divorce, and even during the end of my marriage before it even got publicly bad, how I decided to cope with things was to go on the treadmill for an hour.
