Nothing, I don't associate words with other words.
I'm too wordy to sum up anything with one word!
A really cute skirt I made myself, my new top, heels that look so good but hurt so bad
Nothing at all. I'm in my element.
Same clothes I was wearing last night. Oops!
Black, black, and black
Something comfortable, I don't care about labels.
“I’m picking up some chocolate undertones, with a woody aftertaste.”
Depends on who I want to be that day
“Those shoes do not go with that bag”
“Don’t move! Do you mind if I take a picture?”
“I wish more people knew the difference between your and you’re”
Impress him with my knowledge about his drink of choice
I won't know if I like him until I find out his favorite book to see if we're compatible.
Invite him to my art show at the gallery this weekend so he can see what I do best.
Fake a spilled drink to get his attention—I’m a great actress
My outfit will do the talking.
Duck with truffle-scented broth, as prepared by a Top Chef
I like the idea of dying when I’m hungry and unfulfilled.
Doesn’t matter, as long as I get to write my own epitaph
Something dramatic—I want to go out with a bang!
A light salad. Just because I’m dying doesn’t mean I don’t want to fit in my clothes.
Starring on Broadway
Somewhere with a bigger closet
Autographing copies at the signing for my third book in L.A.
My name hanging on a wall next to my work at MoMA
With a more distinguished palate