I was at my most miserable when I had everything I ever wanted.

Grammy asshole weekend in LA. Yuck ... The Grammys = the old guard / old media propping up their puppets trying to convince the outside world, and each other, they're relevant.

Though I still have no semblance of a life outside of Nine Inch Nails at the moment, I realize my goals have gone from getting a record deal or selling another record to being a better person, more well-rounded, having friends, having a relationship with somebody.

The Grammys make me hate music, and certainly everyone in the ass-licking music industry.

I'll name check Radiohead on this--they've done a pretty suave marketing plan on this new record. I think generally it's been a pretty cool thing, but what they've done is used those (sales) numbers in a way that they can spin them anyway they want cause you don't know what they are.

I become irritated when I am being written off as aloof or stand-offish when I'm shy and don't know what to say.

Balance is good, because one extreme or the other leads to misery, and I've spent a lot of my life at one of those extremes.