I'm fine, but I'm bipolar. I'm on seven medications, and I take medication three times a day. This constantly puts me in touch with the illness I have. I'm never quite allowed to be free of that for a day. It's like being a diabetic.

What worries me is, what if this guy is really the one for me and I just haven't had enough therapy yet for me to be comfortable with having found him.

It creates community when you talk about private things and you can find other people that have the same things.

You're not famous until you're a Pez dispenser.

Certainly there are people who like me, but then there are those who don't know me who gossip about me. You can't believe the things I've heard.

I think that now most people know someone in their family that is coping with something, but there is still a tremendous amount of shame - that one is still regarded as a defective unit ... if only they would pull up their bootstraps - they are only indulging their emotions, everybody's moody, blah, blah, blah.

I'm fond of kissing. It's part of my job. God sent me down to kiss a lot of people.