A COMPLAINT, A DESIRE

It's not for fame, or just because I'm vain: I do it for the Craft Services. But when they're less-than-thrilling, I find myself unwilling: to keep my complaining to myself. All I want is to be fed, given my daily bread: but if it's just bread I'll say harumph. I'm a spoiled little lass, I can't help it, but, alas: I should shut up and take what I can get.

Also: I want to eat 1000 meals with her.

IT IS THE SIZE OF A GARBANZO BEAN

I have a tiny head.

But I have a big heart.