Numb Is The New Deep.

I Quit The Media Game. I'm Out. I'm Done.

My Fear Is That I Go Up To The Girl Of My Dreams And Say 'i'm Sorry, But I've Got To Say Hello To You,' And She Slides The Stool Back And Gets Up And Walks Away, Saying, 'not For Me, Bub. I Don't Want Anything To Do With You.'

You Get To A Certain Age Where You Prepare Yourself For Happiness. Sometimes You Never Remember To Actually Get Happy.

Ladies, If You Want To Know The Way To My Heart... Good Spelling And Good Grammar, Good Punctuation, Capitalize Only Where You Are Supposed To Capitalize, It's Done.

I've Never Walked Into A Restaurant, Asked For A Table And Been Told, 'we're Full.'