How do you pronounce your last name?

Buy- No. Sound it out. The ‘e’ is silent or soft like doe (a deer, a female deer). Although, I do like it when people pronounce it like it’s French; it makes me feel pretentious. Also, Sara is pronounced the same as Sarah, just in case you though I was really pretentious.

Where can I find naked photos of you online?

Fresh! (Slap, Slap). My friend Kate will never release those!…Unless she wants to go through a lengthy legal battle.

I don’t get you. What are you? An actor? A writer? You’re not a comic, but kinda… What’s this dance party thing you do? WTF? Seriously.

Yeah, I know, it’s different. I do what I do. I like nostalgia and having fun. I like being on stage. I like not taking life so seriously.

Maybe this list of my idols and heroes will help:

Miranda July, Tina Fey, Steve Martin, David Sedaris, Dave Eggers, Lydia Davis, Janeane Garofalo, Stephen Fry, Oscar Wilde, Sarah Silverman, Sarah Jessica Parker, Madonna.

Don’t try to put baby in a corner.

Oh and don’t tell me that actors don’t write novels because that is just plain old bullshit.

What is your all time favorite song?

Groove is in the Heart by Deee-lite. Yes, I’m serious. I will leave a conversation and run to the dance floor when I hear that song.

What’s your best ex boyfriend story?

Ok, so I picked up this guy on the bus. I know, I should have known then, but he was cute. Anyway, we went on, like, five dates, then it was his birthday. I was kind of done with him but I didn’t want to break up with him on his birthday (do you really have to break up with some one after five dates?). So, we’re out (just the two of us- what a lame b-day) and I can tell that he wants me to go back to his place and give him a ‘birthday present.’ I told him that I didn’t want to give that to him now (or ever), this turned into a full out fight about me being a tease etc. An hour later our fight was over.

Then, a month later, I’m with a bunch of friends one night walking into a bar and there he is, right by the door. I wave and smile; he sneers and turns away. Whatever. Five minutes later he comes over to where I’m sitting and passes me a note, then declares to everyone that “this girl is a cold hearted bitch.” I didn’t get to read more than the first line of the note; “I think you’re fucked up,” before it was snatched out of my fingers by my scandal-eager friends. Suffice it to say the guy left the bar shortly after and I was bought rounds of drinks by other men in the bar who told me that “all guys aren’t bad.” I have since learnt that this is true.

Moral of the story: get a car.