Remember what it was like when you’d be getting ready to jump rope... two people were turning it, and you were waiting for exactly the right moment to jump in? I feel like that all the time.
So maybe this was another example of nothing ever being just one thing. No motive is pure. No one is good or bad – but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.
Screw beauty, it’s superficial anyway, and my other attributes matter way more than my appearance.
I think I am Princess Leia and Princess Leia is me. It’s like a Mobius Striptease.
Take a risk, take a prize.
They come dressed in the outfits, and not only are the women in the metal bikini but some men are wearing it, too, and it looks fantastic.
Perpetual celebrity – the kind where any mention of you will interest a significant percentage of the public until the day you die, even if that day comes decades after your last real contribution to the culture – is exceedingly rare, reserved for the likes of Muhammad Ali.
Iwish you would love me more so that I could love you less. – Not Me.
The world was his shower and he used women for soap.
You can set up housekeeping on one side of the looking glass or the other – the side that makes big things small or small things big.
I thought I was only seeing half the man But that was all there was to you You.
Oh... and we had three pools... you know, in case two broke.
I got real acting experience, which I’d never had partly because I still wasn’t so sure that I wanted to be an actress. But maybe it was something I could do without a high school diploma or accredited skills of any kind whatsoever – a job that would pay me enough of a wage to let me go out into the world and start what I would laughingly come to call my own actual life.
The only exercise guru then was Richard Simmons – a flamboyant fuzzy-haired creature who vaguely resembled a gay Bozo the Clown, unless that’s redundant, which I, thank God, have no way of knowing, having no, thank God, direct.
He was laughing that silent and hard laugh reserved for true enthusiasm.
But George actually does have a point, because you know when they send out those space probes and they beam back footage of what it looks like up there? All those films ever show are sand and rocks. I’ve never seen a bra in any of that footage.
So instead of a bra, what do you think I wore for support, intergalactically? Gaffer’s tape.
I feel like what I look like is government issue, it’s pretty much out of my hands. But I invent the stuff I say. That’s me.
But ultimately I feel I’m very sane about how crazy I am.
I make them bald, I turn them gay, my work is done!