My Self-image It Still Isn't That Alright.

I'm Shy, Paranoid, Whatever Word You Want To Use. I Hate Fame. I've Done Everything I Can To Avoid It.

You Could Make An Analogy To A Security Guard Who, Three Weeks Prior, Was Mowing Lawns For A Living. The Second He Puts A Uniform On And That Badge, He's A Man. I Imagine The Majority Of Us Have Felt The Wrath Of The Over-zealous Security Guard Guy. Is There Something Lying Dormant In The Man, That's Waiting To Be Pumped Up With That Kind Of Power? I Don't Know. Does It Reveal Him? I Don't Know. Does It Change Him? I Don't Know.

If You Fall In Love With 2 People At Once Choose The Second One Because If You Truly Loved The First One You Never Would Have Fell In Love With The Second One

I Was Really Intrigued By Them, Became Fascinated By Them Because They Were Asking Questions That Couldn't Be Answered Almost, Or Were Making Statements That You Couldn't Quite Understand. Like, 'i'm Investigating Things That Begin With The Letter M.' That Took Me Through A Whole Stratosphere Of Possibilities, And Doing A Little Research And Discovered That The M Is Mercury.

Trips To The Dentist - I Like To Postpone That Kind Of Thing.