At night when you're asleep, self-hatred's going to creep in. And you can blame it on the devil, the one who's bed you sleep in.

I seriously hate pop music and all things super-commercial, so I'd be hard pressed to feel embarrassed by anything I listen to. Besides, I have a three-year-old, so I don't have time for guilty pleasures anyway!

I just hope it was okay, I know it wasn't perfect, I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it.

A good brain ain't diddley, if you don't have the facts.

But as bad as I am, I'm proud of the fact that I'm worse than I seem

Mostly, I stay out of social media conversations. But sometimes, they hunt me down and shoot at me anyway!

It's just hard to travel in the shadow of regret. In fact, it's so hard that I actually haven't left yet.