stop staring. i'm not changing my mind. i'm just not. besides, i have nothing to report. another flawless dinner with a couple of mr. monkey's co-workers.
now go away and take that pathetic romanian orphan pout with you!
just go now.
jesus, whatddya want me to do? call the cops? get a restraining order? you'll just have to entertain yourselves tonight. i'm sorry.