Also, Kendall and I answered a question from our main internet bitch, saraliz:
That's the most you will ever hear me say on this topic, BTW.
Also, Kendall and I answered a question from our main internet bitch, saraliz:
That's the most you will ever hear me say on this topic, BTW.
Kendall needed headshots today for an audition tonight, so I took em for her. We can't decide which we like better:
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:
]]>You’re not mistaking yourselves, that is indeed the worst Photoshop project ever. Maybe I should stay away from the internet.
I was thinking about the buddy cop genre in relation to tumblr. Who would be the Crockett and Tubbs, the Tango and Cash, the Chan and Tucker (oh man) of the tumblr world? I have at least three or four favorite duos on this space. And they all have something that none of the buddy cop movies that I’ve seen have: boobs.
I apologize profusely for the terrible photoshop job, but here’s Kendall and Molly. Everybody probably met Molly yesterday and learned that Mary Rambin does hate what she wore, but they both have rad tumblrs: here and there. They post videos of whatever they feel like talking about, and sometimes engage in karate (well at least Molly does). The only thing missing from this buddy cop duo is the actual crime fighting, but otherwise, good job.
There are others, surely, but the bottom line is, the ladies of tumblr are setting it off. Like rocket ships. Dudes gotta step up their game, not as a matter of any sort of competition, ladies. We just gotta do it, and do it right.
AND
PUN!
1) Wagandstuff and I spent the morning getting him ready to fly to Boston next week with me. He got a shitload of shots, had his feces tested (seriously? they shoved a small syringe in my dog's ass. I would have brought some in had I known they needed it. Jesus.), had his nails trimmed, got puppy Valiums for the flight and a pet bag that fits under an airplane seat. Since I was already spending my life savings in one afternoon, I decided to get him a new harness, too. I'll post a picture later.
2) If you haven't done your taxes already and you're like me (completely fiscally irresponsible (see above) (triple parentheses!)), I really suggest going to H&R Block. They hooked my shit up so hardcore it was retarded.* Do you understand that I am a freelancer getting a return? I barely understand it honestly, so if you figure out how the fuck they managed that, please do let me know. For real: If you live in Los Angeles and you need to do your taxes (especially if you think you are eligible for a refund), go see my newest homegirl Carmen down at the H&R Block on 5th and Western. She will Change U 4Eva.
3) Kendall and I made this video of us reading a book of short stories I wrote when I was in 2nd grade. I'm thinking of transcribing the book I wrote in third grade for the net because it truly is like, SO next level compared to this talking chair business. It's a suspense/thriller starring a man named Phil Science, Expert Detective! OK. That's all I'm giving away... I think I will transcribe it soon. Here's the video:
4) One last thing about Wagandstuff. Wagandstuff has a little fanbase. Today at The Coffee Bean on Larchmont a man and his daughter started talking to me about my dog, and he asked me what his name was. When I told him, he said "WAGANDSTUFF! I KNOW YOU! We met you at Amoeba, remember? Yeah, we loved that name. We were going to steal it and hope we never saw you again." It was very, very cute and I remembered that the little girl had pinned back Wags' ears in the middle of the record store and was squealing "OH MY GOD! HE'S SO CUTE LIKE THIS! DAD! ISN'T HE SO CUTE LIKE THIS!?" and I was laughing because I often do that myself and think the same thing, minus the "DAD" part, because that would be weird. (When are one of you guys going to tell me what a run-on sentence is???) Nearly every email I get mentions Wagandstuff, first and foremost. His star power is evident and I know I've been saying it since day uno, but his attitude has got to change if he ever wants to be a model. No one wants to work with a diva who's just starting out. I tell him that. I tell him that every day.
*best/worst sentence I've ever written