I Hate Caviar. Ugh! The Freebase Of

Having Waited My Entire Life To Get An Award For Something, Anything...i Now Get Awards All The Time For Being Mentally Ill. It’s Better Than Being Bad At Being Insane, Right? How Tragic Would It Be To Be Runner-up For Bipolar Woman Of The Year?

I Found Out When I Did The Oprah Winfrey Show That There Was A Cookie Jar Of Me. So She Gave It To Me. I Had No Idea Prior To That That It Even Existed.

I Mean, Most Fun Things Are Bad For You In One Way Or Another.

Waiting, Done At Really High Speeds, Will Frequently Look Like Something Else.

My Mom Is A Little Bit Eccentric. I Mean, She Does - She Has A Lot Of Unique Ideas. For Example, She Thought That I Should Have A Child With Her Last Husband, Richard, Because It Would Have Nice Eyes.