There are some children screaming outside my window and I can't tell if it's "OMG! I'm having so much fun!" screaming or "Oh fuck, why is this man abducting me?!" screaming. I'm going to pretend it's the first one because I can't stop working to go deal with children being abducted.
This is what makes me different than the Scientologists, apparently.
I had no idea that Vox translates my posts into other languages. WTF? That's awesome.
I am so obnoxious.
Sorry I called you a B*TCH - m4w (Santa Monica) 25yr
We were laughing and drinking together and I thought we had great chemistry. You were so easy to converse with. One way or another the subject of the NCAA basketball tournament came up, and you said you picked UCLA to win it all. Then I called you a "dumb b*tch" and criticized your stupid pick. You looked puzzled at first, then maybe like you were going to cry, and then we each turned our attention to other people. Upon introspection, I maybe should have phrased it differently than I did - sorry for that, but I stand by my words because UCLA is not going to win the tournament.
And to anyone not involved here but reading this, I ask - who was more out of line here?
The last thought exiting my mind as I woke up from my dreams this morning was the following sentence:
"Everyone was disgusted with Seamus when they found out he was drawing pictures of dead animals all over the back of the classroom at The Center for Vegans."
I know no one named Seamus, and as far as I could tell, the rest of my dream was about sailing and trash collection, so I don't know where this came from. But is there really a Center for Vegans? If there is and you are an employee or patron of The Center for Vegans, you should check to see if there's pictures of hand drawn dead animals around or something. Maybe all of this means I'm psychic.
For anyone who's wondering, I'm still single and currently taking applications from anyone who doesn't have a mustache and preferably has health insurance. (And on second thought, the mustache thing only really applies if you shower less that five times a week.)
P.S. I wound up getting some sour Air Heads and a Diet Coke.
Also, here are some fun pics from tonight:
OMGZ OMGZ OMGZ U GUYZ R PROBS SO JEALLUS OF MY KEWL FUNZ!
EDIT: Here's an interview with Bill right before he's about to die:
If I have to watch one more hour of television, I. Might. Kill. Myself.
Ryan,
I meant to make you a mix CD of songs I would like to recommend for the show CD, so I'm posting all the songs I'd think you like here.
Please use one of them, but that's all I'll hold you to.
Love,
Auntie Molls
Spiegs made it into Variety today. And not because he was involved in an underage sex slave scandal with various studio heads, as I have long predicted. You win, Spiegs! You win!
I made this bomb-ass mash up. It would be out of character for me to brag, but... suck my dick, I'm awesome.
NotHired is my fave new blog. I always expect to see some of my own coverletters from last year when I was unemployed and just really phoning it in.
