I Just Admire My Mother Very Much.

He Doesn't Move His Face When He Talks. His Eyes Are Like Shark Eyes. Dead.

Now I Say I'm A Diarist With An Explanation I'll Get Back To You On. Someday I May Try And Write In Memoir Form.

If Some Gang Were Threatening Your Family, You'd Go Looking For Someone Butch To Help, Right? Any Maybe If Your Mother Were Sick Or Something, You'd Find Someone A Bit More Fey.

I Probably Have More Male Friends That Talk About Us In A Way That Doesn't Thrill Me. I Sometimes Get A Bit Surprised When Females Talk Like That Around Men.

I Hate Caviar. Ugh! The Freebase Of Food!