Some boys don't listen at all. They lack inhibitions, no walls.

Not sure I mind starting every day in the city. And not having to hear about hurricanes all the time.

Actually, I prefer to go through the full day without having to pay attention to those around me. If my job didn't consist of talking all the time, I could just listen to my iPod all day. More than I already do.

I just need to find a way to convert my conversations into song. Then life would be a musical. Oh. But I'd have to learn to dance. Not sure it's worth that. Weak ankles.

OK. Fine. I dance in my head all day. Are you happy now?