I Imagine There's A Level Of Narcissism

Your Harshest Critic Is Always Going To Be Yourself. Don't Ignore That Critic, But Don't Give It More Attention Than It Deserves.

I Take My Coffee Like I Take My Women... Strong... Black... And Proud.

My Tastes In All Things Lean Towards The Arty And Boring. I Like Sports Documentaries About Scrabble Players, Bands That Play Quiet, Unassuming Music, And Tv Shows That Win Awards. In That Way, I Am An Elitist Snob. And Proud Of It.

There Is No Word For Feeling Nostalgic About The Future, But That's What A Parent's Tears Often Are, A Nostalgia For Something That Has Not Yet Occurred. They Are The Pain Of Hope, The Helplessness Of Hope, And Finally, The Surrender To Hope.

So My Reaction To Hearing This Corny-ass, Horrible Song ["with Arms Wide Open" By Creed] Is Violent, Uncontrollable, Sustained Weeping.