When Shovelhead alums came to my parent's place for a BBQ, my step dad whipped out the Harley and it turned into a photo sesh:
So, I'm kind of strange or whatever, right? So I do this thing sometimes when I've decided to stay home for the night and maybe drink wine and watch American Idol and make videos about my dog... I like to Google image search non sequiturs and see what comes up.
So like, maybe I was doing that and maybe I Googled the words "tic tac emergency" and and got this cool photo of a Tic Tac box LED flashlight:
The words "convenient" and "practical" come to mind.
Technology out of control!
It was a whole "HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" deal.
Anyway, if you're a big time Hollywood producer or director, I'd be willing to talk to you about my idea as long as we can work on my terms. If we establish what I consider to be a good relationship, I may also be willing to share with you my other ideas for motion pictures, as well as two game shows with solid internet crossover potential. Also, I have a few funny t-shirt slogans.
Well apparently, that's what happened. I guess I threw away a jar of peanut butter yesterday in my kitchen and then brought the bag in my room to throw away some papers and I meant to bring it down to the dumpster, but I mean, that's just not my style. I like to sit on my mess for a few days/weeks/months/my entire fucking life. The top was on the jar when I threw it away, too. Not only is Wagandstuff an asshole, but he is incredibly dexterous.
It's whatever. It's fine.
Hahahha. Suckas. I just Shanicerolled your ass.
Rickrolling is so over. You know it's coming. Shanicerolling is the wave of the future.
So, there is one upside to working from home all day without air conditioning.
When it's too hot to handle anymore, you can always finish off the work day in your bathing suit:
1) In November of 2006, I pretty much had a massive anxiety attack that landed me in the emergency room at Cedar's. After that I took anti-depressants and klonopin daily to help me beat the insufferable panic that I was working up inside of myself for a whole bunch of reasons. When I lost my job in January of 2007, I stopped getting health insurance and had to more or less learn to cope without meds. The antidepressants I never, ever miss. The klonopin? It was like a close friend died.
For the last year, I've had one little yellow pill leftover. It was sitting in my kitchen cabinet on top of a can of Spagetti-Os. I don't know why I kept it there, it just seemed like the right place. Anyway, I just took it.
Hey, Feelings? I can't feel you no mo'.
2) Kendall and I vlogged about the LA Tumblr meet up last night:
