I just yelled at my dogs for tearing at the rug, but then I thought: hey, maybe that's just what they're in to.

I guess what I'm saying is make your mixtape what it has to be, not what others want it to be. F them; it's your mix.

We in the U.S. live our lives like a page of lined paper. We travel through life learning things -- each recorded upon its own line, parallel to all others, upon which other things are recorded. Our lives stay within the lines with impeccable penmanship. These thoughts would remain upon their own line -- indefinitely --, if it were not for certain events in life that shake the page: allowing those lines to come close enough to contact another line. In this way ideas are formed. These events may have nothing to do with the thoughts that kiss as their lines continue on toward infinity. The event may be: a word, a book, or a punch to the face: but a sharp mental jarring is necessary to intertwine the lines of code.