I Don't Have Any Sort Of Calculus

It's Such A Capricious, Strange Existence, Basing Your Life On The Whims Of Others, And Basing Your Ebbs And Flows Of Confidence And Lack Of Confidence On The Fact That People Either Choose You Or Don't.

Would You Want People Walking Up To You And Pointing At Your D--k? I Can't Believe I'm Still Talking About This. But I've Worn Underwear Every Day Of My Life And The Fact That I'm Painted As This Exhibitionist Is A Little Annoying. It's Become A Meme, I Guess. Being Someone Who People Want To Photograph, You Have To Open Yourself Up To The Positive And Negative. It Is What It Is. If I Get Mad At It I'll Look Like A Douchebag. But It's Silly.

It's Hard To Describe To People How Terrible It Was When You Could Only Watch Cartoons At A Certain Time In Your Life. But No, I Would Watch All Of Them - The Warner Bros. Cartoons And The Bugs Bunnys And Then The Tex Avery Stuff. Looking Back On It, They Were So Incredibly Subversive For Their Time. You'd Think, "oh, They're Just Making Jokes And This Or That." But When You Watch Them As An Adult, You Think, "oh No, They Were Talking About Some Pretty Deep Stuff."

It's Funny When Guys Don't Like To Talk About Makeup. I'm Like, "you Know You're Wearing Makeup, Right? We All Are."

I'm Wearing Pants, For F---'s Sake. Lay Off. I Mean, It's Not Like I'm A F---ing Lead Miner. There Are Harder Jobs In The World. But When People Feel The Freedom To Create Tumblr Accounts About My C---, I Feel Like That Wasn't Part Of The Deal ... But Whatever. I Guess It's Better Than Being Called Out For The Opposite.