i keep forgetting how much i love dancing in my underwear and being a total goof off. i mean, i'm standing here [well, sitting] in a headscarf and pretending to wear an abayah with my mom's shawl, dancing to the yes and not feeling at ALL insecure. it's such a wonderful lovely feeling. and it's amazing how much music does that to me. maybe it's the whole being raised with movies thing, wanting a soundtrack to my life constantly and trying to emphasize that, but...i don't know. i can do anything. long live tshirts and cotton panties. i have no desire whatsoever to grow up. i just...i really love....

doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo-da
don't surround yourself with yourself