The key is to be super drunk and not give a shit.

And this:

I'd love him if he only had his staggeringly, mind-boggling good looks (a little shallow, but he's stunning), and I would love him if he only had his genuine, kind soul, or his brilliant artistic abilities, or from what I've heard on literally all counts, his rare and hardcore integrity. But he has it all. This…

I don't drink soda very often, but when I do I want the REAL stuff. No diet for me. It tastes like chemicals and despair.

You know, classy. Like velvet and caviar.