September 19th, 2005


"I am not fucking crazy."

"Mom, my blog is fiction. It's a literary device. The 'crazy irish mother' isn't you. It's a foil for the crazy British designer."

"I am not fucking crazy."

"Wait, I write about cocaine, bondage, rape, trany hookers, alocoholism, burning your friends to death with cigs and killing the president and this is what bothers you?"

"I am not fucking crazy."


p.s. My dad likes to write and talk about Eugene O'Neil, Shakespere and Himmingway but secretly loves American Psycho.

"I like to talk about Ellis, Ellroy and Derrida but secretly love Long Day's Journey into night and The Old Man and The Sea.

I think that's cool