It’s a mighty long elevator ride.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
But more people hear me though according to the myspace and youtube videos.
You said yourself that you’re up & coming.
Oh I will, trust me. Matt keeps me humble.
You’re still you. That’s what matters.
I’m not famous.
Keep telling yourself that.
Fuck them. Middle finger salute.
It’s a wonder you’re famous with how few fucks you give.
Who’s to say what we should or shouldn’t like?
A world of people.
Your weirdness is endearing.
See? The things we shouldn’t like, we do.
Especially when it’s ginger.
I like everything about you, just about. Hair included.
Not happening. That shit’s genetic.
I shouldn’t be so excited over hair.
Not since he started balding.
Even after you lose your hair. But I’m biased.