I Think I Was A Terrible Husband,

Every Music Journalist I've Ever Met Has Been Stunningly Beautiful.

When I First Started Going To Portland, People Told Me About Stumptown. They Were Like 'oh, It's The Best Coffee,'and I Thought, 'how Good Could It Really Be?' I'm Like, 'sure, Great, Uh... I'd Love To See It.' But Then When I Went, It Truly, I Am Not Kidding, Is The Best Coffee I Have Ever Had.

I Came Away From 'saturday Night Live' Feeling Very Well Represented. I Felt, And I Still Feel Like, They Let Me Do So Much Stuff That I Wanted To Do. Stuff That I Almost Didn't Even Know What It Was.

I Want It All... Fast. I Want To Be Married, I Want To Live Together... And Then Somewhere Around A Year Or Two Years, I Get Freaked Out. I Freak Out Emotionally And Then I Actually Feel Like 'oh My God, Who's This Stranger In My House?'

That Smile On Stive Jobs Face... My Impersonation Came From Being A Fan.