Dilemma....

"I have a knife with a serrated blade in the pocket of my Valentino jacket and I'm tempted to gut McDermott with it right here in the entranceway, maybe slice his face open, sever his spine; but Pierce finaly waves us in and the temptation to kill McDermott is replaced by this strange anticipation to have a good time, drink some champagne, flirt with a hardbody, find some blow, maybe even dance to some oldies or that new Janet Jackson song I like."

Don't we all love Pat Bateman?

Anyway. This was on my mind last night at work. I used to have some serious impulse control problems, and I remember the first time it occurred to me I could consider stabbing someone with a fork for no reason... but that I didn't have to do it.

Believe it or not, I still have these urges. But, resisting them becomes easier and easier as I enjoy the fantasies in the safety of my own mind. I don't know whether that makes me a sociopath, a psychopath, or any kind of 'path at all. Just becauseI don't do it? That's good to know. I guess you aren't officially crazy until it shows.

So, right about now I give into my strange anticipation of going to choir class, certain that once I'm there it won't be so bad.

Dilemma....

"I have a knife with a serrated blade in the pocket of my Valentino jacket and I'm tempted to gut McDermott with it right here in the entranceway, maybe slice his face open, sever his spine; but Pierce finaly waves us in and the temptation to kill McDermott is replaced by this strange anticipation to have a good time, drink some champagne, flirt with a hardbody, find some blow, maybe even dance to some oldies or that new Janet Jackson song I like."

Don't we all love Pat Bateman?

Anyway. This was on my mind last night at work. I used to have some serious impulse control problems, and I remember the first time it occurred to me I could consider stabbing someone with a fork for no reason... but that I didn't have to do it.

Believe it or not, I still have these urges. But, resisting them becomes easier and easier as I enjoy the fantasies in the safety of my own mind. I don't know whether that makes me a sociopath, a psychopath, or any kind of 'path at all. Just becauseI don't do it? That's good to know. I guess you aren't officially crazy until it shows.

So, right about now I give into my strange anticipation of going to choir class, certain that once I'm there it won't be so bad.

Dilemma....

"I have a knife with a serrated blade in the pocket of my Valentino jacket and I'm tempted to gut McDermott with it right here in the entranceway, maybe slice his face open, sever his spine; but Pierce finaly waves us in and the temptation to kill McDermott is replaced by this strange anticipation to have a good time, drink some champagne, flirt with a hardbody, find some blow, maybe even dance to some oldies or that new Janet Jackson song I like."

Don't we all love Pat Bateman?

Anyway. This was on my mind last night at work. I used to have some serious impulse control problems, and I remember the first time it occurred to me I could consider stabbing someone with a fork for no reason... but that I didn't have to do it.

Believe it or not, I still have these urges. But, resisting them becomes easier and easier as I enjoy the fantasies in the safety of my own mind. I don't know whether that makes me a sociopath, a psychopath, or any kind of 'path at all. Just becauseI don't do it? That's good to know. I guess you aren't officially crazy until it shows.

So, right about now I give into my strange anticipation of going to choir class, certain that once I'm there it won't be so bad.

Come on, you KNOW you fucking remember.

Write to me, Stick Stickly
PO Box 163
New York City
New York State
10108!

Come on, you KNOW you fucking remember.

Write to me, Stick Stickly
PO Box 163
New York City
New York State
10108!

Come on, you KNOW you fucking remember.

Write to me, Stick Stickly
PO Box 163
New York City
New York State
10108!