I Hate Caviar. Ugh! The Freebase Of

I Was Telling Some People In My Dressing Room Some Of My Other Stories, My Psychotic Break, And Blah, Blah, Blah, And No, They Kind Of Look At You And It's Just Not What They Wanted To Hear.

I Feel So Agitated All The Time, Like A Hamster In Search Of A Wheel.

Leia Follows Me Like A Vague Smell.

The World Of Manic Depression Is A World Of Bad Judgment Calls.

I Must Say I Can Appreciate It When Males Are Very Male. Like Harrison [ford], For Instance. He's Pretty Butch. I Guess I Prefer Butch To Terribly Fey.