I Want To Be Perfect. I Don't

If You're Happy, If You're Feeling Good, Then Nothing Else Matters.

Most Of My Memories Of Texas Are Of Mosquitoes, Watermelons, Crickets, And My Brother Teasing Me

After Every Movie, I Always Kick Myself For The Same Things-didn't Do Enough, Not Enough Variation, Not Enough Interesting Choices, Too Bland.

I Have Always Been A Good Mimic.

I Would Have Made A Lousy Stripper. I'm Just Not Very Comfortable Exposing Myself.