The Loneliness Of A One

I Blame It [never Taking A Break] On My Mother. She Was A Born Entertainer. Leave The Songwriting, The Singing And All That Behind, And I Still Would Have Found Some Way To Be An Entertainer. I Would Have Never Been An Actress, Though, Because I Realized Early In My Life, In Like Sixth Grade, I Was A Terrible Actress.

Rock And Menopause Do Not Mix. It Is Not Good, It Sucks And Every Day I Fight It To The Death, Or, At The Very Least, Not Let It Take Me Over.

I Can Be. I Do Not Normally Try To Be. In Fact, There Have Been Some Reviews - Which I've Loved - That Said I Didn't Try To Sell My Show On Sex, That I Sang My Show. On The Other Hand, I Know I'm Cute. I Can Dance. I Don't Have A Bad Figure. I Know Exactly What I Am. I'm Certainly No Great Beauty. I Know Exactly How Far I Can Go.

If You Can Find A Passion At A Young Age, Somewhere Between Fifteen And Thirty, If You Can Find That Passion, I Can Pretty Much Guarantee You That You Can Be Sixty-five And Still Love That Passion And Still Have A Reason To Dance Out Of Bed And Down The Hall Every Morning.

Little Girls Think It's Necessary To Put All Their Business On Myspace And Facebook, And I Think It's A Shame...i'm All About Mystery.