I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situationand then BOOM! I'll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion - a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions
I like the community of acting better than the prison of writing. I like sets.
Leia follows me like a vague smell.
I hate caviar. Ugh! The freebase of food!
I'm really grateful that I could write. But I don't even mind it going on around me.
Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to me.