At heart, I would have to say I'm a pantser. I fully embrace the chaos of letting the unintended happen, on life and on the page.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm still one of those persons who prefers to wear pants, especially for at-home entertaining.
I never wear pants in my life. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss wearing pants. For the first time in my life, I miss my pants.
You really have to act your pants off to stay alive. I thrive on that; I rise to the occasion of the circumstances.
God, I always just think of myself as a jeans and T-shirt kind of person.
I'm a pants girl. I just feel more comfortable in them.
I am a strong woman with or without this other person, with or without this job, and with or without these tight pants.
Putting somebody else's pants on and pretending to be somebody else is occasionally, as you grow older, horrifying.
My guilty pleasure is elastic-waisted pants. And reruns of shows I've already seen 400 times on TV.
I am anti-pants.
I don't really like pants, man. I like tights. I'm not really a pants person. I choose not to wear pants.