breakfast

Isn't the beast inside of you alway hungry going, "Give me the good stuff, not the bad stuff!" and you think, what you mean? And then you engage the part of yourself within to figure out what's the good stuff and what's the bad stuff? It goes "You know the good stuff. Whatever I'm not allowed. That's the ultimate shopping list. I'd like some illegal, some forbidden, some frowned upon, and some downright disgusting, please. I'll like some of that wine too, thank you!"

Positivity is a religion in America, cause people say "I'm give it 100 percent, 200 percent, 5000 percent, right now, right here, oh yeah, baby!" I'm Australian, I give it 14 percent tops, well, if somebody in front of me ass on fire, maybe I'll strike it up to 16, but that's about it.

You've got to remember at 25, you've got fucking everything. Yah!? You're young, you're beautiful, you're stupid. What more do you want? That's as good as you gets. You wake up in the morning, you can do whatever you want. You look at your breakfast you go, “I’ll just eat this and walk around, and talking shit all day long, then I'll find somebody to go to bed with him." And you do, even though it was just a Wednesday.