A man of extreme fickleness of principle and full of childish vanity
Butter typically melts around, you know, 90 Fahrenheit, as opposed to about 20 degrees higher for lard. So what that means is that when you're working with it, the lard is going to stay more solid, which is great for flakiness.
There's always a pencil in my bag. I put everything in pencil in my datebook. I live in L.A. - everyone's flaky.
I've never met a deadline I couldn't miss. I make sure my editors know this.
Everybody complains that people are so flaky in LA. I'd rather be flaky than mean.
Professionally, I have no major goals. That's partly because I'm really flaky. I want things, but I don't go after them. I'd rather they be placed in my lap.
I know that I'm deeply, spiritually, profoundly philosophical and I also know that I'm about the flakiest person you're gonna meet.
Nothing about this entire scenario made sense. But who cares? Once in a while, everyone was entitled to be a bit flaky, and now it was his turn.
I'm not the kind of guy who will pass someone without saying hello. If that's flaky, then I guess I'm flaky.
