Actually,i Am A Failed Anorexic.

My Mother Certainly Loves Caviar, But I Think That's Generational - They Grew Up Thinking It's Romantic Or Sophisticated Or Something.

I Would Rather Not Watch Myself In Movies. I Enjoy The Experience, But I Won't Really See The Film Until They're On Cable Deep On Into My Life So I Can Pretend It's Someone Else At Another Time.

You're Only As Sick As Your Secrets. Either It Comes Out Their Way Or My Way. I Talk About Myself Behind My Back. And I'm Funny About It.

Eventually, Life Of The Party Is Just Like Any Other Job. I've Thought Of Myself That Way At Times, But It's Sort Of Like Holding Everybody Hostage. It Diminishes Everyone Else. And Ultimately, Your Friends Don't Require It Of You.

All I Know Is That You Can Chop Up All The Onions And The Whatevers You Want And Put It On Top Of Caviar, But You Still Can't Disguise The Fact That You're Eating Fish Eggs. Ugh!