Don't furrow you're brow at me. Unless you're singing.

I’ve figured it out.

The reason my forehead has new wrinkles.

It’s NOT because I’m on the “other” side of 35. Nope. No way.

It’s the way I sing! You know, like in the car, when you’re all alone, and you’re belting out tunes?

I furrow my brow.

Like I’m some bad ass, although is it really bad ass if it’s Ingrid Michaelson? Or the Princess & The Frog soundtrack? Whatever.

If my lips weren’t moving along w/ the words, I’d bet a hundred bucks I do the “white man overbite” too.

Don’t lie, you know you do it, too.

Next time there’s a major riff (is that a word, you know, when there’s just a musical interlude?) Anyway – I’m totally going to be more aware next time I hear that musical part and see if I’m doing the overbite. And head bop. You know I do the head bop, too.

“Like Yeah.”