It's a big deal about whether or not gays can march in the St. Patrick's Day Parade and I have to say that on some level I kind of see their point. Because when you think about it, it is a real macho heterosexual event. Bunch of guys in short skirts on a cart made of rose pedals sharing a bag pipe. That's not for sissies.

I have to find work wherever it might be hiding.

I'm still going on bad dates when by now I should be in a bad marriage.

Always keep your anger bottled up. You might need a bottle of anger some day when friends come by and won't leave.

I want to be so famous that drag queens will dress like me in parades when I'm dead.

I really detest movies like 'Indecent Proposal' and 'Pretty Woman' because they send a message to women that sleeping with a rich man is the ultimate goal and really that's such a small part of it.

I'm all over the place, and I consider myself a bit of a scrounger: 'What will I do next, so I'm not broke?'