It's an unusual situation for me to be working and making a living.

Very often a job will come along that speaks to the place you're in as a person at that very moment. And usually once I've done it I feel like that part is over.

During my teen years, for Halloween, I went as a registered voter.

Who owns your body? You or the state?

Woke up this morning to the incredible news that I was nominated for an Emmy, and a shower full of dog poop. Apparently my dog is so excited, she has explosive diarrhea. I truly could not be more thankful to the Emmy voters for including me in this brilliant company of extraordinary women. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean up an enormous amount of dog poop out of my shower. Yay!

I love dogs because they're so adaptable.

I've often said in the past that I thought MTV was sort of evil incarnate and signified the beginning of the end. And I don't know if I'm entirely wrong about that, but they did sign my paychecks a year ago, so I guess I'm part of the problem.