obnoxious, degrading to me and downright rude.

I'm crass, contemptuous and crude, obstreperous, obnoxious, rambunctiously raw and rude.

Get as rude as possible and don't let anyone tell you how to live.

I welcome the liberation of music from the prison of melody, rigid structure, and harmony. Why not? But I also listen to music that does adhere to those guidelines. Listening to the Music of the Spheres might be glorious, but I crave a concise song now and then, a narrative or a snapshot more than a whole universe. I can enjoy a movie or read a book in which nothing much happens, but I'm deeply conservative as well—if a song establishes itself within a pop genre, then I listen with certain expectations. I can become bored more easily by a pop song that doesn't play by its own rules than by a contemporary composition that is repetitive and static. I like a good story and I also like staring at the sea—do I have to choose between the two?

For some strange reason, beans always fall off knives.

I get really saucy after a few drinks. Sexy rude, not obnoxious rude.