Smells Definitely Do Have A Crazy Impact

My Stepfather, John O'hara, Was The Goodest Man There Was. He Was Not A Man Of Many Words, But Of Carefully Chosen Ones. He Was The One Parent Who Didn't Try To Fix Me. One Night I Sat On His Lap In His Chair By The Wood Stove, Sobbing. He Just Held Me Quietly And Then Asked Only, "what Does It Feel Like?" It Was The First Time I Was Prompted To Articulate It. I Thought About It, Then Said, "i Feel Homesick." That Still Feels Like The Most Accurate Description - I Felt Homesick, But I Was Home.

People Say I'm A Nice Girl Saying Terrible Things. I Tend To Say The Opposite Of What I Think. You Hope That The Absolute Power Of That Transcends, And Reaches The Audience.

I Really Think Everything Is Fair Game.

I Can Get A Script And Go, "well, I'd Rather Do Stand-up." I Don't Hold Movies In Higher Regard. I Love Making Videos And Posting. I Love Tv.

I Got Jury Duty And I Didn't Want To Go, So My Friend Said, "you Should Write Something Really Really Racist On The Form When You Return It. Like, You Should Put 'i Hate Chinks'." And I Said, "i'm Not Going To Put That On There Just To Get Out Of Jury Duty. I Don't Want People To Think That About Me." So Instead I Wrote, "i Love Chinks." And Who Doesn't?