- I’m a skilled horseback rider. I spent multiple summers on a ranch in Wisconsin as a kid.
- I’ve been engaged 3 times but only married twice.
- My favorite color is blue. I’m a Pisces, go figure.
- I grew up in Chicago, but have lived in 4 other cities across the country.
- The first 8-track I ever owned was Styx Paradise Theater, the first album I ever owned was Kiss Double Platinum, and the first concert I ever saw was Neil Diamond.
- I never wear shorts. I hate the feeling of all that material being shoved up in my crotch because of my ample thighs. I prefer capri’s or leggings.
- I’ve never been arrested, but I did once pee outside my car while a cop drove by. I waved.
- I read my first Stephen King novel at age 7. It was then that I decided I wanted to be a writer.
- I use to suffer from daily panic attacks, until I found an amazing doctor who prescribed an amazing drug to help me cope. I’m proud to say I’ve been med-free and haven’t had an attack in 9 years now.
- The TV character I idolize and relate most to is Karen Walker from Will and Grace.
- My first professional writing gig was writing for a soap opera.
- I’m still great friends with people that I’ve known since I was 8.
- In my 20’s, I used the power of my, um, ample bosom to get free cover and free drinks at many, many...many, many clubs. Enough said.
- The highlight of my career in Hollywood was talking with Tom Hanks on the phone, Adam Sandler opening a door on my face and hugging Harrison Ford.
- Nothing grosses me out more than men who wear flip-flops in public. Keep your snarly, hairy hot mess under socks or closed-toed shoes. Bitch, please!
- Growing up in the 80’s, I wanted to BE Molly Ringwald. I would later name my first-born child Molly, in homage.
- I hate being on a plane for more that 3 hours. At that point, I tend to get twitchy. Either get me drunk or knock me the fuck out.
- My 2 biggest phobias are guns and sharks.
- Nothing pisses me off more than stupid people and bad drivers.
- Back when Sex And The City was on the air, I dreamed of being Carrie Bradshaw. To have a respected column in a regular publication would be amazing. When I lived in NYC, I would stand at the doors of Conde Nast and drool. I’m no longer in NYC, but I still dream of being Carrie Bradshaw. Maybe one day...
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