I Don't Care Anymore If

I Want To Be Like Gandhi, And Martin Luther King, And John Lennon... But I Want To Stay Alive.

I Feel Like Everybody Needs To Take A Sabbatical And Go To Russia And Africa And Work In Orphanages And Really Witness True Suffering. And Then You'll Just Feel Ridiculous For Ever Complaining About Anything. Everybody Needs That Kind Of Reality Check.

I Just Like The Idea Of Pills. I Like To Collect Them But Not Actually Take Them. When I Fell Off My Horse, I Got Tons Of Stuff: Demerol And Vicodin And Xanax And Valium And Oxycontin, Which Is Supposed To Be Like Heroin. And I'm Quite Scared To Take Them. I'm A Control Freak.

My Idea Of The Perfect Man Would Be Someone Intelligent And Clever Enough, But Also Kind And Compassionate Enough To Stand Up To Me - To Stand Up To Me With Compassion.

I Don't Go To The Sale Rack. But I Wouldn't Say I Am Decadent In My Spending. I Am Careful.