He Was Raised Without A Proper Diagnosis.

Bad News Should Be Followed With Soup. Then A Nap.

I Think I Love Him, But I Also Think That You Can Love People Who Aren't Good For You.

My Thoughts Seem Thick, Ketchup Stuck In A Bottle. Like Trying To Feel Someone's Face While Wearing Goosedown Mittens.

But Even With My Minimal Amount Of Fame, There Are Certain Perks. Recently, I Was At A Movie Premier, And At The Party After The Movie, Meryl Streep Was Loose, Walking Around The Room Like A Normal Person. Absolutely Nothing Was Preventing Me From Lunging Toward Her And Shrieking "dingoes Ate My Baby! Dingoes Ate My Baby!

He's A Really Nice Guy, If Only I Weren't Me.