My Name's Jet Steele.

I'm Backing Down Now. I Really Do Love You. That's Why I'm Doing This.

I Loved You And You Destroyed Me. You Took My Heart And Ripped It Up. You Might As Well Have Staked Me.

Did You Follow Me From The Party?" "yes" "i Didn't Even Know You Were There." His Dark Clothes Indicated He Must Have Been On Guardian Duty At The Party. "so You Saw The Illustrious Janine Cause A Commotion By Dragging Me Out." "it Wasn't A Commotion. Hardly Anyone Noticed. I Saw Because I Was Watching You.

John Cusack Is Standing Over There.” I Followed His Incredulous Gaze To Where A Man Very Like Mr. Cusack Did Indeed Stand, Smoking A Cigarette As He Leaned Against A Building. I Sighed. “that’s Not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.” “seriously?” “yup. I Told You He Looked Like John Cusack.” “keyword: Looked. That Guy Doesn’t Look Like Him. That Guy Is Him.

Things On The Essential List: Vodka, Nine Inch Nails, A Steady Supply Of Mortal Men, And An All-purpose Bitchy Attitude.