Tell me something that will make me hate myself. I'm a simple simple person but I believe I'm every book on the shelf. I want to sever several dreams but I need you to tear to seams. We're having a baby, it's going to be famous. You're soo creative. I'm just not the creative type? This job is only temporary. My problem is: I think too much. I just think too much. From crib to walker consensual stalkers. Self-consious hypocrite, it's circular, it's infinite.