On the other hand, he probably knows my dark secret as well: occasionally, I accept Academy Awards for Best Actress and when I do, I do it wearing a fabulous Carolina Herrera dress. Or my oversized terry cloth robe. Whatever.
And my "Oscar" is an Eiffel Tower pencil sharpener I got for coming in second in a Frech recitation competition. I lost to the girl who did a children's nursery rhyme rolling around on the floor, having what I think might have been an orgasm. Who can follow that act, I ask you?
I recited 'Tristesse' by some moody French guy. And frankly, it just wasn't orgasmic.
J'ai perdu ma force et ma vie,
Et mes amis et ma gaiet�;
J'ai perdu jusqu'� la fiert�
Qui faisait croire � mon g�nie.
Boo freakin' hoo.