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

There is no point at which you can say, "Well, I'm successful now. I might as well take a nap."

Never love for me, only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.

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.

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.

I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive.

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