"i already told you twice, next time it's gonna be with my hand..."
well dammit. things just aren't working out for me in any way whatsoever. i can't have the men or women i want in real life, and i can't have Crispin Glover either. he's got that damned penthouse pet. even the pictures and his movies aren't doing much for me anymore either, cause i know i'll never have him. i need some new masturbatory material cause now i have to become celibate like that fucking cunt morrissey. i think i'll start whacking off to the phone book. oh yeah, the Yellow Pages...oh come on...