Confessions? Just remember, you asked for 'em…

I confess: I cheated on Mark. Everyone knows that. But it wasn't as much as everyone thinks…the first guy, he was this co-worker and so not a big deal. Joanne and I didn't do anything besides talk until I'd broken up with Mark so I don't think it's fair to call that cheating. Everything else was just people being paranoid because I'm a flirt.

I confess: I'm not a flirt because I like attention. I flirt because I need to know that somebody wants me.

I confess: Before I broke up with Mark, this one night we were completely trashed and he passed out. I made a pass at Roger. Even high as a kite, stoned out of his mind, he pushed me away and said he doesn't fuck his buddy's girl. He doesn't remember and I'm too embarrassed to remind him.

I confess: When I call people (okay, Mark then Joanne) Pookie, it's not because I know I did something wrong. It's because I'm freaking out that they're going to leave me.

I confess: I trained as a ballerina for seventeen years. From the ages of three to twenty. When I turned twenty, I left home and came to New York.

I confess: I fucking hate ballet.

I confess: I knew that Mimi and Benny had been together before she moved into the loft. They don't know it, but I saw them making out at the bar down the street from the Life. I never mentioned it because it had nothing to do with Roger. She didn't know him and Benny, much of an ass as he is, had no way of predicting that she'd end up with Roger.

I confess: Mimi got a job at the Cat Scratch Club because they had an opening after I quit.

I confess: I told Mark I was waiting tables at this bar I knew he hated to hide from him that I was a stripper.

I confess: When we were, like, sixteen or so, Roger stole my dad's car. I acted pissed but I knew he'd done it to impress me. He still doesn't know that it did.

I confess: There are only two people who I think truly understand me—Roger and Collins.

I confess: Roger was my first.