I mean, most fun things are bad for you in one way or another.

Now I say I'm a diarist with an explanation I'll get back to you on. Someday I may try and write in memoir form.

Now it's dedicated to my grandparents and to both of my parents. The first book was dedicated to my mother so I thought maybe it was my father's turn, but then I realized that everyone would jump on that and assume I'd had some falling out with my mother, which is absolutely not the case.

Still, the word "boyfriend" starts to sound pathetic after age 30.

My mother is an extraordinary woman, extraordinary.

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

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.