I'd rather drink my dinner out of a martini glass and follow it up with a cosmopolitan chaser.

I'm a five-hundred-year-old born vampire with an ever-expanding wardrobe, a serious cosmetics addiction, and enough outstanding Visa charges to fund a small third-world country.

I could run, too, but my feet hurt. It's tough being a fashion vixen.

I've also been known to cry during MasterCard commercials.

While I had no intention of hooking up with him, I still wanted him to want to hook up with me.It was the principle of the thing, after all.