my favorite part about you is how you love to live in the 3 years ago. and how all the drugs you do not only clouds your judgment, but allows you to go on long winded and hallucenogenic rants.

why on earth would i try to bang you in front of norman, when i was obviously repulsed by you after watching you jonesing for fucking cocaine at two in the morning in hollywood? sad. and if he ever had a problem with me, then why do i work for matrix 5 times a month every month?

and if you haven't noticed, i still work every day every month. while you have dropped off the earth and gained 100 pounds. please remember your station in this business.

so in conclusion, i am off to work, meanwhile you are off to hit the buffet line at fucking golden corral. enjoy!