I think the difference between being miserable and finding happiness is just a matter of perspective. If you live your life defining yourself by what other people think of you, it's a form of self-torture.

I can't wait till Sunday, I'm gonna see my favorite niece and my other niece.

Sometimes I am screwing around, and sometimes I get way too serious, but I am a pretty sincere person.

I don't want to deconstruct what I do.

I buy water at the liquor store across the street from where I live. So I'm walking into the door, and standing, loitering, outside the door is a man. And I walk by him to go in, and he says, "I want pussy!" Now, I don't want to seem conceited or anything, but he was talking about me!

I'm so much more famous than I am financially successful. I mean, I live in a three-room apartment. I mostly make free videos on my couch. But I am fine.

I was sent to sleepover camp since I was 6, and you know, it's a recipe for disaster.