I don't want three million people digesting my private life over their cornflakes.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I am not going to share my private life with millions of people. I don't find a need to do that and nobody else close to me does either.
I don't want to go out there and do something 3,000 other people can do.
What a mother I am. I can't even make popcorn.
I spent the first 22 years of my life absorbing everything, like a big disgusting cell, and now I'm disgorging it with jokes added out into the world. That's a really gross metaphor.
I don't have the luxury of doing things privately.
The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.
I don't eat cereal actually... Frosted Flakes... that's as close as I can get.
There are some people who only know me for cornflakes ads, and that's fine. I have a charmed life.
If you could eat portions of pine trees, you could eliminate corn in many ways.
I am America's number-one fan. I like your food. Especially corn flakes.