huntermedic

the new york times layed it into bret easton ellis on account of his massive narcissism. so he wrote a novel about a fictional character with his name and his initial plight -- but writes himself as absolutely miserable. lacking in spirit, etc. im not one to share in a vat of pity. im not one to share. but my heart will forever belong to mr ellis for giving me patrick bateman.

god bless you bret easton ellis.


quoth mr bateman:
"the only clear, identifiable emotion coming from her is desperation and maybe longing, and though i successfully ignore her for most of the ride i finally have to tell her, 'listen, i've already taken two xanax this morning so, uh, you're incapable of, like, upsetting me.'"