In my experience, the hardest thing about having someone "come out" to you is the "pretending to be surprised" part.

The only way I could get comfortable around people was to make them laugh.

You've got to experience failure to understand that you can survive it.

At the request of the Catholic Church, a three-day sex orgy to be held near Rio de Janeiro was cancelled last Friday. So instead I spent the weekend cleaning my apartment.

We should leave people alone about their weight. Being skinny for a while (provided you actually eat food and don't take pills or smoke to get there) is a perfectly fine pastime. Everyone should try it once, like a super-short haircut or dating a white guy.

I want to thank my parents for somehow raising me to have confidence that is disproportionate with my looks and abilities.

A combustion engine of ambition and disappointment.