JESUS FUCK. Why the fuck are you fucking people so fucking irritating? I'm surrounded by whiners, the only person I can stand any more is myself. And possibly Justin, when he's not trying to be my wife ( Read more... )

J - what the fuck? If you don't like the damn sweater, bring it the fuck back. Leaving cashmere crumpled up on the floor of the bathroom is not really conducive to good clothing etiquette ( Read more... )

Computer games are ridiculous and a waste of time that could be spent on more productive things. Like sucking my dick ( Read more... )

Michael, leave Justin alone. He can't help being a fragile little flower that needs peace and quiet when he's sick. If you need the fucking sketches that badly, I'll get them to you tomorrow.

Going to Babylon for their St. Pat's thing. You coming?

Justin - I do not want to know what is on my kitchen table.

Take it away. Give it to your mother. Or Daphne. Or Emmett.

What happened to our bargain about Valentine's Day?

Insomnia can Suck. My. Cock ( Read more... )

Meeting was decent. Chicago still sucks, but not as much as the 'burgh. If these fuckers aren't halfway intelligent enough to use me for their goddamn teeth whitening packaging, then there's no fucking way I'm doing their floss. Screw this "Well, Mr. Kinney, if we don't go with your agency for the BriteGrin strips, we'll certainly consider you for ( Read more... )

Refuse to dignify this with a response.

Won not one, but two new accounts today. I'm on fucking fire.

Might even take Justin out to dinner again. If he blows me under the table.

Justin - still at work.

Tear yourself away from Daphne and bring me food before I fucking starve.

No. Have decided I like it better when you do it.

Pouting causes wrinkles, Sonnyboy.