Oh, God, I Don't Know What's More

Nothing Wrong With Changing Your Mind. That's A Very Unwaffling Thing To Say: "nothing Wrong..." Who Am I To Say That There's Nothing Wrong With It? Maybe Something Is Wrong With Changing Your Mind. Anyway, Love Is Very, Very Difficult. I Love. But Probably Because I Hate Myself On Some Deep, Sick Level, It Makes Loving Difficult. But I Do Try.

In Fact, I Have No Hobbies. The Only Thing I Like To Do In Life Is To Go To The Russian Baths In Manhattan. I Also Like To Watch Sports On Tv, And I Like To Read Books. So That's It - Russian Baths, Sports, And Books.

I've Always Been Intrigued By Stockholm Syndrome. Reminds Me Of My Childhood.

It Was One Of Those Days When Every Time I Went To Go Out The Door, Something Grabbed Me In The Back Of The Brain And Said, Lie Down And Masturbate One More Time.

Whenever I Wrote Fiction, People Always Seemed To Think That What I Wrote Was True, That It Was Entirely Autobiographical. And When I Would Write Non-fiction, They Often Accused Me Of Exaggeration And Fictionalization.