I really love the internet. They say chat-rooms are the trailer park of the internet but I find it amazing.

Good anecdote--bad reality.

I mean, that's at least in part why I ingested chemical waste - it was a kind of desire to abbreviate myself. To present the CliffNotes of the emotional me, as opposed to the twelve-column read.

I think I do overshare, and I sometimes marvel that I do it. But it's sort of - in a way, it's my way of trying to understand myself.

For Star Wars, they had me tape down my breasts because there are no breasts in space. I have some. I have two.

I have two moods. One is Roy, rollicking Roy, the wild ride of a mood. And Pam, sediment Pam, who stands on the shore and sobs... Sometimes the tide is in, sometimes it's out.

I do believe you're only as sick as your secrets.