The parrots are great. They do something I refer to as "the Phone Call from Venus." They repeat all my phone conversations. It can very annoying - like having a lot of children in the house screaming.

My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

It's very good to get through them (drugs) while you're still young and then talk about how great or bad it was for the rest of your life.

I've got to stop getting obsessed with human beings and fall in love with a chair. Chairs have everything human beings have to offer, and less, which is obviously what I need. Less emotional feedback, less warmth, less approval, less patience and less response. The less the merrier. Chairs it is. I must furnish my heart with feelings for furniture.

My mother is an immensely powerful woman.

I can't say that period talk is my favorite bonding arena. But I also think it's sort of funny.

My fear is that I will be crushed in an elevator and my mother will get hold of my journals from my adolescence.