Something big happened over the weekend. Something that affects everybody, all over the world. George Clooney got married.

I had a really tough time for a few years. My show was gone. My phone wasn't ringing. There wasn't one job offer. And at that point, I thought I knew for sure that I wouldn't work in Hollywood again.

Who's to say what's better or worse anyway? Who's to even say what's normal or average? We're all different people and we're allowed to be different from on another. If someone ever says you're weird, say thank you. And then curtsy. No, don't curtsy. That might be too weird. Bow. And tip your imaginary hate. That'll show them.

What you look like on the outside is not what makes you cool at all. I mean, I had a mullet and wore parachute pants for a long, long time, and I'm doin' okay.

I won't have a hard time being brutally honest. But I won't be mean. You don't have to be mean to be honest.

I feel like I have a hangover, without all the happy memories and mystery bruises.

You know that song that asks, "Why do fools fall in love?"? I think the obvious answer is because they're fools.