Nobody wants to read about a good-looking happy person.

I had to shoot shotguns for The Blues Brothers. But I don't like that stuff. Too butch for me.

Actually,I am a failed anorexic. I have anorexic thinking, but I can't seem to muster the behavoir

I still give my friends relationship advice, of course, and I'm not bad at it. 'Anyone's crisis but mine' is my motto.

I'm really grateful that I could write. But I don't even mind it going on around me.

You know how most illnesses have symptoms you can recognize? Like fever, upset stomach, chills, whatever. Well, with manic depression, it's sexual promiscuity, excessive spending, and substance abuse - and that just sounds like a fantastic weekend in Vegas to me!

Oh! This'll impress you - I'm actually in the Abnormal Psychology textbook. Obviously my family is so proud. Keep in mind though, I'm a PEZ dispenser and I'm in the abnormal Psychology textbook. Who says you can't have it all?