God Is Watching Us, From

Sometimes My Brain Goes On Cd Shuffle. You Know, You Put A Bunch Of Cd's On And Hit Play And Random Things Come Out.

I'd Make A Wonderful Lady Macbeth. I'll Wear A Pair Of Platform Shoes Or Something.

I Read A Comment That Made Me Think I Should Stop Singing For A While. And I Didn't Want To Stop Singing, Because It Was The Only Thing I Loved. At First I Thought, "maybe I'll Get Better And Eventually Please The Person Who Wrote About My Singing." But Then I Thought, "i Probably Will Never Please This Person. I Should Just Do What Pleases Me."

I'm So Glad To Be Back In New York. Los Angeles Can Be So Cold, So Cruel After You've Been-what's The Word?-oh Yes: 'fired.'

For Days On End, I Would Hardly Speak, And When I Did Only The Vilest Sort Of Gibberish Would Spout Forth. I Became Morose And Fat. Unapproachable, Except When Eating - And Then Only By Waiters.