After cleaning my entire room and getting it to the point where my mother would find it acceptable, I sat on the rug in front of my bed and I shit my pants on purpose. I couldn't believe what I was doing as I was doing it. I remember feeling that this was really over the line, that it was a thing that my baby self would do and that I had certainly moved past it. The poop was soft and hot and really out of my body and really in my underpants. I remained calm.

I really like to cook and have dinner parties and I like to clean, it really clears my head and it makes me feel good to keep my home as a comfortable place.

I just want to be able to be creative.

There's a lot of different parts to me, so it makes total sense to me that I would do a big TV show or studio movie and then do a free comedy show the next day. They both feel equally important to me.

I guess some people want to be performers because they want to be famous.

I tend to be a bit of a workaholic, but I also can't function without some sort of domesticity as well.