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

I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.

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 always feel like rejection is my petrol. That's what keeps me going.

I have a rule, and that is to never look at somebody's face while we're having sex; because, number one, what if I know the guy?

I love eating in it, brushing my teeth and swallowing the toothpaste in it. I love punching the ceiling with my fists when I'm lost or I can't find a parking space.