No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.

The service at this airport restaurant is so bad I'm starting to panic that I'm a ghost.

Sarcasm doesn't read sarcastic in print.

I'd hate to be a writer forever and never perform, and I'd hate to perform and not write. I get sad if time has passed and I haven't written or made anything. I'm an artist.

Just because I'm married to Doug doesn't mean I can't be here for you.

Oh man, the car could just burst into flames right now and this would be the way to go, huh guys?

I'm just happy our nations are on the same page of keeping shitty reality TV on the air. Small world!