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One Time I Had Too Many Heinekens And I Googled Myself And Realized That That Was A Very, Very Bad Combination. One Should Not Google Oneself. My Mother Lets Me Know When I'm Being Followed By Paparazzi. She's Like, "there's A Man Who Is Outside Your House, Ginny, And You Need To Be Logging Onto This Website To See If You Can Find A Pattern In When He Follows You." But Otherwise, I Can't Find Any Good Reason To Read My Own Press.

Growing Up In Memphis, I Have Always Admired St. Jude's For The Magnificent Work They Do.

My Whole Thing Is Quality Of Life. . .it Must Always Be Easy And Low-maintenance And Stress-free, And That Means Not Trying To Fit Too Much In. I Don’t Ever Want To Be In A Hurry. I Want To Enjoy The Moments.

I’m A Better Person In A Relationship, And I’m A Happier Person. I Need To Come Home At The End Of The Day And Have It Not Be About Me And My Freaking Hair And Makeup And Character Motivations Anymore. And I Think My Work Is More Inspired When Home Is Safe And Sound And Solid, Because What I Do For A Living Is So Bananas And So Insecure.

I Cherish All Of The Times I've Fallen On My Face And Made Mistakes, Because Those Experiences Have Made Me Who I Am.