No, it's not a 'corpse thing.' I feel I lack the emotional capacity to deal with those in mourning.

As I examine my life through this book, I can't help but wonder if my mother was right. Maybe I really was what I ate. And maybe if she'd let me eat a little more sugar, I'd have come out sweeter.

I’m instantly mortified by my fat, uncontrollable mouth, but that’s when it occurs to me that my humor is a self-defense mechanism. Even though I may come off like a stark raving asshat, being funny is the most important tool I have to stay sane. The ability to say what I think is the key to allowing me to feel in control.

In real life, I tend to yell at people a lot. Not because I'm bossy or mean, but because I'm frustrated.

The best thing about being 45 is not taking myself so seriously.

Point? Maybe you aren't a Carrie or a Samantha or a Charlotte or a Miranda. Maybe you're just you.

I think people tend to be very myopic and they dont understand how their actions impact others.