I'll Never Be Known For My Work

My Life Is Like A Lone, Forgotten Q-tip In The Second-to-last Drawer.

I Have A Chemical Imbalance That, In Its Most Extreme State, Will Lead Me To A Mental Hospital.

Two Of The Saddest Words In The English Language Are, 'what Party?' And La Is The 'what Party?' Capital Of The World.

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.

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.