Nope. I have no friends.
Because you speak in song lyrics.
Please do! I doubt I'll live long enough to upload myself to the internet.
Get a power drill and an fMRI map of your brain. Find the voice and drill, baby, drill.
I stopped and asked myself if Hitler would answer this question honestly, or sardonically.
Me. Me all the way.
Fuck if I know. I'm a lesbian, so... I think the adoption centre?
Of course it's not. They let you do it.
"Mommy Kissing Santa Claus". Why the fuck is it alright for mommy to cheat on daddy with Santa, but when daddy cheats on mommy with Bambi he loses his house?
I'd rather perform in the theatre; I like the idea of conveying a character almost entirely through myself, wardrobe, makeup and acting rather than releasing that responsibility to the editors.