Do you love me for me?... I don't even love me for me.
Every time I see a happy couple I want to give them a polygraph.
Vegas; one of the few places still encouraging men in their fifties to dress like their in a boy-band from the 80's.
My bedroom is so messy, if I died of natural causes, the cops would be like no he didn't, clearly there was a struggle.
Parenthood seems really rewarding... like martyrdom, but without the glamour.
I'm passionate about gay rights, but I think we need admit that there are some gay wrongs as well.