My bed isn't made, I'm tired, I haven't slept well for two weeks. I haven't been laid in a month. I don't have a girlfriend. I have a warrant for my arrest.

Sure God's all powerful, but does he have lips?

Drugs will have a huge effect on my work for the rest of my life, whether I'm using or not.

I haven't read anything but regurgitated rumors. Nothing new, and nothing true.

I was in a band when I was 15. We were a glam band. Then I couldn't afford to buy makeup. At the time that was the thing.

Kurt and I weren't the closest of friends, but I knew him well enough to be devastated by his death. For such a quiet person, he was so excited about having a child.

I guess I can go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go.