Hmmm...

I'm starting to wonder if I'm turning into a viper-tongued, frigid queen - with a penchant for cheap Red Wine and generic Xanax.

What I am Michael is a 32 year-old, ugly, pock marked Jew fairy, and if it takes me a little while to pull myself together, and if I smoke a little grass before I get up the nerve to show my face to the world, it's nobody's god damned business but my own. And how are you this evening? - Harold, Boys In the Band