The good thing about having this illness is that it allows me to be a little bit crazy.

I want teachers to teach, and I want Oreos to be eaten.

I'm the reason why I'm overweight. No one made me do it. I did it.

I'll rail against what I think is wrong.

We're all going to die. While I'm still here, I want to make a difference.

I'm not staid and unbiased here. I have certain biases I want to convey, and if you disagree, that's fine.

It's sad that we have become so accustomed to bad service that we're shocked when we get good service.