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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.

Life Is A Cruel, Horrible Joke And I Am The Punch Line.

I Guess, As They Say, I Never Acquired A Taste For [caviar].

I Think That Now Most People Know Someone In Their Family That Is Coping With Something, But There Is Still A Tremendous Amount Of Shame - That One Is Still Regarded As A Defective Unit ... If Only They Would Pull Up Their Bootstraps - They Are Only Indulging Their Emotions, Everybody's Moody, Blah, Blah, Blah.

Part Of My Gestalt Is That I Still Feel A Little Bit Like A Wallflower. Even In My Own Life. I Talk About Myself Behind My Back.