What's Really Good Is African Drum Music.

I Can Bake. I Made Myself Some Nice French Fries Once. But Otherwise I Just Eat Out. Lots Of Salad Bars.

I Had Really Bad Obsessive-compulsive Disorder. At Its Worst, I Was Compelled To Leave My House At Three O'clock In The Morning And Go Out In The Alley Because I Just Knew That The Paper-towel Roll I Threw In The Recycling Bin Was Uncomfortable, Like It Was Lying The Wrong Way, And I Would Be Down In The Garbage.

I Don't Want To Make This Sound Negative At All, But In The Best Way Possible I Freaking Give Up. I Give Up. You Can't Try And Make Your Life Perfect. I'm Just Trying To Have A Good Time, And I'm Just Trying To Appreciate The Things That I Have Around Me. I Give Up On The 'dream' Dream. I Think That It's All A Dream. I Think It's All Wonderful And Terrible. And I Give Up In The Nicest Way.

My Mind Goes To Tragedy First.

My Whole Life, People Have Been Saying, "why Are You So Angry?" And I Didn't Know What The Hell They Were Talking About. After I Saw Myself At The Mtv Awards, I Realized, Wow, I Do Kind Of Come Off A Bit Intense. I Wasn't Upset At Mtv At All - I Didn't Mean To Come Off That Way. But I Think It's Good If I Appeared A Bit Angry. People Are Too Complacent.