I've got a new relationship and I'm trapped in this old life.

I'm totally convinced I can write the perfect pop song.

I think I have a dark view of the world. I have to make everything funny, otherwise it all seems so sad.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

We had two rules growing up in my house: If you're going to take a shower, do it with whomever you're dating so you don't waste water; and if you buy one for yourself, buy six, because everybody's going to want one.

Every job I've ever gotten has been an accident. All the jobs I actually go after, I don't get.