"I'm an egotistical overachiever with an inferiority complex," Daniel Baldwin said.
My husband fell in love with him last night while watching ABC's Family Secrets documentary thing. A reporter interviewed him at various stages throughout his stay at the swanky Malibu Promises treatment center, where celebrities and the ultra rich go to dry out. Something about the excessively blue eyed, charming, and difficult Baldwin made my man feel close to him. It was kind of funny to watch.
Baldwin was occasionally recalcitrant or petulant in that oh-so-addicty way, and I'd say, "See how hard he is to talk to! See how he's being!" and he'd just laugh and laugh.
It's kind of frustrating when he can see it, and we know he can see it, and we've all acknowledged that he's being annoying like Daniel Baldwin talking about his guilt over his children's experiences with his using.
I sat in his lap and we laughed at how Daniel Baldwin could be my third husband. He's just my type. I rubbed his beard against my face. I was furious with him. I wanted to smell his armpits. I wanted to throw all his clothes in the yard and scream. I wanted to kiss.
Yes, Mantra, the next time I want to ride a roller coaster, I'm going to the fucking amusement park. Or I'm marrying Daniel Baldwin.
Another precious Daniel Baldwin bit, "There's the person that's the addict, and then there's the person that's who you are. I prefer to say that I am a beautiful person. But the addict is a horrible person. The addict will screw you over and lie to you and do all kinds of things."
Ain't that the truth.