It has to do - I think - with growing up in an apartment, with my aunt and my cousins right next door to me, with the door open, with neighbors walking in and out, with people yelling at each other all the time.
I don't really know much about TV and what people want to see. I'm not that well-informed about it.
I tolerate lactose like I tolerate people.
I've been in therapy. I know enough about myself now to know that I really don't need to know anymore.
I don't like to make a big splash anyway.
Whenever something good happens to me, it's usually followed by something terrible.
