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There's been a debate inside of me lately over whether I'm full of fireworks or feather-down. Well, I don't know. Sometimes I do really feel like I've got fire in me. Sometimes when I should say, 'oh, please be quiet' instead I say 'fuck you.' And I walk four miles to work through the snow sometimes just because I want to feel that pumping in my blood. But then again, I drink my coffee without sugar and I pick the salt off my pretzels, and at a holiday party I am always happy to be sitting on the couch. I think that's pretty generally true, too.