I Was Going To Get An Abortion

If You Sell The Vatican And You Take That Money And You Use It To Feed Every Single Human Being On The Planet, You Will Get Cah-azy Pussy. All The Pussy. I Don't Mean Literally. That Might Not Be Your Cup Of Tea. I Don't Know What Your Version Of 'all The Pussy' Is. But You'll Get All The Pussy.

That Still Feels Like The Most Accurate Description - I Felt Homesick, But I Was Home.

I Do Love Poop. I Can't Help It. The Heart Wants What It Wants. I Enjoy Being Clever And Pithy And Political, But Nothing's Going To Get Me Like Dumb Stuff.

I Do Enjoy And Feel Compelled To Talk About Things That Are Taboo. One, Because I Think I'm A Troublemaker Inside, If Someone Says, "don't Say That," It's All I Want To Say. And Also, Something I Learned In Therapy ... Which Is Darkness Can't Exist In The Light, And Then That Made Me Think Of Something That Mr. Rogers Said, Which Is, "if It's Mentionable, It's Manageable."

I Love Children. I'm Embarrassingly Baby-crazy.