Anything can happen with a razor.

Anything can happen with a razor.

It goes Christmas, New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day. Is that fair to anyone who's alone? These are all days you gotta be with someone. And if you didn't get around to killing yourself at Christmas or New Year's, boom! There's Valentine's Day. I think there should be one more after Valentine's Day just called, 'Who could love you?'

I have to find work wherever it might be hiding.

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?'

Women can really be who they are. I'm about to say the F word, feminist. Often that word has such a negative connotation.

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.