Writer's Block Is A Myth.

When I Was A Kid, My Favourite Time Of The Year When I Was Child Was That Magical First Snowfall. I'd Yell Yippee! Snow! And Run Up To The Front Door And Shout You Know The Deal... You Have To Let Me In Now.

People Come Up To Me And Say, 'emo, Do People Really Come Up To You?'

I Ran Five Miles Today. Then, Finally, I Said, 'here, Lady...take Your Purse.'

People Always Ask Me, 'where Were You When Kennedy Was Shot?' Well, I Don't Have An Alibi.

I've Always Suffered From A Complete Inability To Sense Who's Important.