(as annoyed as i am with myself, i'm still my favorite.)
i'm like, three years old. & if i don't get exactly what i want, i'll throw a fit. i'm fucking annoyed with myself; tired & drunk arn't enough of an excuse for how cranky i got. its true i hate the futon, but way to express my opinion the worst way possible. way to be a huge loser. my status as an american gigalo is suspended until such time as i show behavior befiting a high-class gigalo. you hear me? revoked! maybe i'll do penance or something. hit myself with a whip or wear sackcloth or i dunno. put on thumbscrews.