Washington, hun. Or Oregon. Hell, maybe even California somewhere. Sometimes I think this would be such a beautiful fucking life to live, but I like the fast-lane too much. It's a wonderful thought though. It's like, I always think of this kinda thing whenever life is being shitty.

You better know that when I'm famous, I'm totally coming to hide away in your house whenever I want to get away from the paparazzi. I don't care how far you live form me.