I Have To Be Very

I Think What People Were Trying With Me Was To Figure Out Who I Was. They Thought I Was Funny, But They Were Like, "how Can We Use This Guy So He Can Regularly Do This?" Does That Make Any Sense? I Think People Were Trying To Figure Out If My Fat Peg Would Fit In Their Square Hole.

It Might Be One Thing To Think About Putting On A Dress, But When You're Actually Putting On A Dress, It's A Weird Thing, Because You're Going, "huh. I'm Putting On A Dress. Do I Leave My Underwear On? Do I Get Some Other Underwear? Is There Something Special I Should Wear?" All That Dumb Stuff. I'd Never Had Any Interest In Putting On My Mom's Clothes, Except To Think, "well, They Are Nice Clothes..."

You Have To Not Worry Or Doubt Or Punish Yourself. All The Worry, Doubt And Punishment Will Not Add One Second To Your Life, You Know?

If I Were The Last Person On Earth, Some Moron Would Turn Left In Front Of Me.

I Used To Do My Dad Smoked, He Drank, We Finally Had To Kill Him.