I'm naturally a loud person. It can be a bit overpowering.
People have maybe, sometimes, said that I can, occasionally, be a teeny bit edgy and judgmental.
L.A. is a bit strange. It doesn't seem like the real world.
I'm childish and silly. Most people tease me because I'm a bit daft.
Even in the hottest fire there's a bit of water. my The Opposite Of Magic.
I'm a bit of a P. T. Barnum. I make stars out of everyone.
I think it's a bit silly to brand the Internet as the 'downfall of youth.'
Now if I don't take exercise I feel a bit frazzled.
I don't want to grow old gracefully. I want to put up a bit of a fight.
The last reunion was a bit of a rushed job, we had to do a gig and documentary.
Acting is a bit of a heart and soul exercise with me. It's kind of all I've got.
Everybody thought I was a bit of an eccentric for wanting to be out there looking at the stars, but I still do.
I played the trumpet a bit like a porker, I think.
Every human being has a bit of gangster in him.
I'm always a bit disappointed when I've finished working on a book.
I don't like a heavy mask of make-up day or night - mascara and a bit of bronzer.
The moment an athlete doesn't train, things start to get a bit rusty.
Sharing the stage while singing my songs was a bit of a daunting prospect.
Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.
Now that I've had a book published, it is quite validating, but a bit embarrassing.
I think I fail a bit less than everyone else.
