This Women/ Killer Was A Testament To

I Met My First Midget In Mexico, And He Was A Waiter With A Sombrero On His Head, Filled With Chips And Salsa. Like I Was Gonna Let That Guy Get Away - I Don't Think So.

The Whole Thing About My Books And My Life Is That I Create Drama's Always Around Me.

I Wish It Was That Easy To Get Turned On For Me - At This Point, I Need A Bottle Of Belevere And A Fighterjet.

One Of My Girlfriends Was Getting Married. This Was Becoming An Annoying Pattern.

Sometimes, Chelsea, I Wonder, How You Get By From Day To Day. It's A Good Thing You're So Voluptuous.