My Favorite Time Of The Holidays Is

I Don't Have Great Thighs. I Have Very Big Breasts And A Soft, Fatty Little Tummy. And I've Got Back Fat. People Assume That I'm Walking Around In Little Spaghetti-strap Dresses. It's Insidious - Glam Jamie, The Perfect Jamie, The Great Figure, Blah, Blah, Blah. And I Don't Want The Unsuspecting 40-year-old Women Of The World To Think That I've Got It Going On. It's Such A Fraud. And I'm The One Perpetuating It.

All The Work Built My Fame And Certainly Made Me More Money, But The Toll It Took In My Home Was Not Good.

I Recommend It To All People: Get Down On The Floor And Look At The World From Where The Child Looks At It.

By The Way, Food And Rent Aren't The Only Things Around Here That Cost Money. You Sleep On The Couch.

Modern Women Are Just Bombarded. There's Nothing But Media Telling Us We're All Supposed To Be Great Cooks, Have Great Style, Be Great In Bed, Be The Best Mothers, Speak Seven Languages, And Be Able To Understand Derivatives. And We Don't Really Have Women We're Modeling After, So We're All Looking For How To Do This.