God Sometimes You Just Don't Come Through,

Our World Is A Huge Mess Right Now, And Not Big Enough For Masses Of Intolerant People.

My Parents Think I'm Better Under Pressure.

I Would Love To Compose Something For Dance Before I Kick The Bucket, And I'm Not Closed-minded About The Dance, Or The Dance Company.

Tell Me You're Crazy, Maybe Then I'll Understand.

The Way I See It, The Men That I'm With, Whoever They Are, It's Like Look, You Have To Accept The Fact That I Like Ice Cream, And I Know It Shows Up On My Hips But If You Can't Accept That, Then Leave. Go Away, Toodles. It Is Non-negotiable.