Every week I read about myself in a magazine, about something that I haven't done or some place that I've never been or don't even know. It's just gossip, rumors, egos, and politics.

I'm drawing the gossip surrounding the celebrity, or the image the celebrity tries to push on us.

At first, when I got bad press and people would talk bad about my family or something like that, I would get really upset, but now it's just not worth my energy.

I pop gum. My parents get so annoyed with me. I know my dad wishes he never taught me how to do that.

I've never had a birthday this cool before,

Everybody always talks about it, about how you don't know love until you meet your baby, and you really feel that. There are no words. It was a really wonderful surprise. And there is no way to prepare yourself for the sleep deprivation and what comes with it.