Four months is a lot of living with that little life in you-thinking about it, eating right for it, nurturing it and all of a sudden, it dies.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm going to keep it real gully with you; the first two months, I wanted to give him back. I expected someone to come and save me because after you have the baby, nobody cares about you anymore. Nobody cares if you sleep, nobody cares if you eat. It's just you and this all-consuming thingy!
For four to six months at a time, I would barely eat. I lived on a diet of Melba toast, carrots, and black coffee.
When you live in a condo complex with people next door, I don't know how you can be dead for four months without anybody noticing you not coming and going.
If you're suddenly doing something you don't want to do for four years, just so you've got something to fall back on, by the time you come out you don't have that 16-year-old drive any more and you'll spend your life doing something you never wanted to do in the first place.
I don't know where 12 months has gone.
I've been tiny since I was four, and I eat whatever I want.
In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that.
Holy cow, in the course of one week I feel like I've lived about a year!
Little pieces of advice like that can provide us with months' worth of entertainment.
Even in between takes, you emerge yourself. So you don't have a life for six months.