I'm so spoiled - I must have a Starbucks vanilla latte every day.
We all keep dreaming, and luckily, dreams come true.
It's kind of fun being the cute, little one. In fact, I'm finding it hard to grow out of that.
I'm definitely a messy person... I know where everything is but I just can't organize. I don't make lists and find scripts on the laundry machine, and under my bed, or in the bathroom, kitchen. It's bad, I really need to take control.
Chris and I care about each other and we're still friends. Tom is the most incredible man in the world.
I got caught kissing. Like by my parents. It was so horrible. It's so embarrassing, I'm blushing.
Tom and I will always be in our honeymoon phase.
We have our little restaurants, and there's a beautiful beach that we go to in the summer and fall. We tend to have a lot of get-togethers, and if it's at my house, we order pizza because I can't cook.
In North Carolina nobody bothers us; we're all about concentrating on the work or our auditions that we're trying to get a flight out for. So all that crap is not something that I'm confronted with on a daily basis.
It's actually great to shoot far away from Hollywood because we don't have the distractions of the parties and premieres and all that. And, of course, you can save money - there are no good shoe stores.
Any time I break up with Dawson or question him, viewers turn against me.
I love all of his movies. I love all his movies. I love Tom.
I'm not computer literate. I e-mail. I know how to get on the Web, but I haven't crossed over into the internet world. I'm old-fashioned, I guess.
I'm not the easiest person to live with. I'm kind of a slob.
I have some road rage inside of me. Traffic, especially in L.A., is a pet peeve of mine.
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