I still think the word "Lips" is far too sacred to speak in public.
I think day-dreaming is one of the best gifts God ever gave us. My dreaming today takes me back to the ski lodge and the warm feeling of the cafeteria and hot chocolate after hours of treading the cold, blank snow.
I think the requirement to brush one's teeth twice a day is one of the closest connections to the presence of sin in the world.
I sometimes wish someone could see all my thoughts and tell me if I'm normal or not.
I like to drink applesauce out of a cup. I don't think that makes me weird. I think that makes me creative.
I have heard Billy Joel's "Piano Man" one too many times. Pandora knows this.
I find the sound of a theremin is both intriguing and frightening at the same time, just like some people and ideas and atonal music.
I want to be as punctual at sending birthday cards as I am at getting to work on time, but it never seems to happen.
I love songs that are painfully honest. They make me feel more okay about myself because I know I'm not alone.
I assume that lots of times, when I make a creative choice, people think I'm dumb because they just don't get it.
I sometimes wish I could be payed to whistle.
There are specific musical patterns that I hate and find truly unmusical.
