I Don't Think Christmas Is

Life Is A Cruel, Horrible Joke And I Am The Punch Line.

If You're Manic-depressive And You're Functioning In This World And Doing It All Well, I Think, Wow, You Should Be Proud Of Being Able To Say, This Is What I'm Getting Through Right Now.

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.

Sometimes I Feel Like I've Got My Nose Pressed Up Against The Window Of A Bakery, Only I'm The Bread.

As A Matter Of Fact [my Mother] Is Very Happily Married. To A Very Nice Southern Gentleman Named Roanoke - Her First Non-jewish Husband, As She Likes To Say.