I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I'm still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.
Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to me.
No, as it turns out, I really like being congratulated on my weight loss. I like it so much, it's tragic.
I waited for my daughter, Billie, to come to me with her troubles - but I'm glad I didn't hold my breath.
If my life wasn't funny, it would just be true, and that's unacceptable.
I think that the truth is a really stern taskmistress.
