The other day some boy I was talking to in a bar asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, and without thinking I said, "A writer." I had no idea I wanted to be a writer until that moment when I said it out loud and then freaked out and tried to cover it up.

I'm glad you're not trying to cover it up.

Blowpops ROCK. And, you're not alone, planes freak the shit out of me, too.