I Was An Illegal Immigrant.

What You Need Is One Black Dress I Call Plan B. It Doesn't Have To Be Fabulous, It Just Looks Good, Covers Up The Problems And Is Neutral Enough For Dinner, Business, A Date, A Funeral. You Don't Overwear It, You Don't Overwash It, Because The Plan B Is - Gold.

I Was An Illegal Immigrant.

Everybody Has A Weakness. Mine Is Food.

I Noticed In The Past, A Lot Of Guys Who Like Strong Women, They Really Freak Out If You're Not Strong 24/7. Or They Complain About You Being Strong, Then The Moment You're Not Strong, They're Like, 'oh, No, No, No.'

It Breaks My Heart Because There Are Some Parts I Know I Would Have The Right Spirit For, And I Just Don't Get Them Because I Have An Accent.