Some Days I'm Very Lazy,

My Everyday Beauty Routine Is Always Rushed And Pretty Simple.

I'm Old Enough To Remember The Days When You Spoke To One Person From One Outlet And That Was The Conversation. But Now What Happens Is You Speak To People And What You Say Gets Translated Into Portuguese, Then Into Mandarin, Through A German Prism And Then Back Into English And Bears Little To No Resemblance Between - To The Exchange Or - That You Had Initially With The Journalist Or To What You Originally Said.

Please, I Need You To Save My Ass.

Of Course One Worries About Getting Older - We're All Fearful Of Death, Let's Not Kid Ourselves. I'm Simply Not Panicking As My Laugh Lines Grow Deeper. Who Wants A Face With No History, No Sense Of Humor?

Look, I Live In The Modern World As Much As Anyone Else.