25 posts tagged “lists”
- I feel more self-aware
- I feel like IRL, Carles would hate me
- I feel like my life is a little bit of a joke
- I feel like I have the shelf-life of an LOLCat made in the LOLCat Builder by just some normal person.
- I feel like I'm not sure I'm in on my own bit anymore.
- I feel like a shell of a man.
- I feel like that song "Measure of a Man" by Clay Aiken.
- I feel misunderstood.
- I feel self-conscious because of my self-important attitude
- I feel like I'm having my insecurities preyed upon.
- I feel like a victim of memes and the meme economy
It's still my favorite blog though. Because I "get it".
1) I am devastated that Susan Miller hasn't updated with my December horoscope yet. It's like she doesn't post them until she knows I've paid my rent, which is something I guess I'll have to do tomorrow. Fuck. Thanks, Susan. Thanks a lot. I thought you said I have Pluto in my sign for 15 years. I thought that meant something to you.
2) I have a meeting with MTV tomorrow. I figured I probably shouldn't blog about it, but then I was like "They would have told you not to blog about it if you weren't allowed to and they know they're working with loud-mouth bloggers and internet assholes, right?" So yeah, that's what I'm doing tomorrow. And I'm nervous. Not for the meeting, but for the waking up in the morning part. I don't like getting out of bed and I hate showering in the morning even more. Double whammy! Anyway, I think MTV is pretty mainstream exciting. That's something people back home will be pumped to read. MTV, you guys. Like Pimp My Ride and shit.
3) I have blown about remembering fantastical creature updates. I will try and do better this month.
Total plays? 103. Or 104 if you count this very moment.
I mean, even I'm surprised that my top 25 is this horrifyingly bad.
Really, Molls? Not a single Fiona or Pumpkins or Strokes song? Cause it feels like that's all you ever listen to.
Smell Yo' Dick? For real, Molls?
I've heard that lists perform well on blogs, so I made one:
1) Omega-3 Fatty Acids
2) Bermuda
3) A Tale of Two Cities
4) Cement mixer
5) Magenta
6) Quality
7) 3,600
8) Thandie Newton
9) "Dreams" by the Cranberries
10) Fig Newtons
Mom, other people who want to buy me stuff for the upcoming holiday/25th birthday season:
I don't really need any of it, but if you're going to get me something, there's a list of some stuff I could use/would like.
If you want a Christmas card from me and Wags, email me your address.
Subject Line: SEND ME A X-MAS CARD, YOU CUNT.
I was busy. Here's what I did:
- Finished editing a fairly large project that I'm not sure if I can talk about yet, so I won't but I will as soon as I can. And it's awesome.
- Sent over said project, took notes (thankfully not too many) and then started making changes.
- Watched maybe too much Showbizzle. It's a web series my friend Molly Lambert helped write and I'm going to be helping spread the word about it, but you guys... There's something about it that actually totally sucks you in. And I'm almost surprised to say it myself, but it has almost that Degrassi-ish quality to it where you're like "Holy fuck, I can't believe I'm watching this" and then four hours later you're wondering what the hell's gonna happen with Corey. Remember Swans Crossing? That after school soap on what is now The WB? Whatever that station was before that? In Boston it was WLVI, TV56. ANYWAY, it's like that. But on the internet. And no one has a periscope in their bedroom. At least not yet.
- Put the finishing touches on the Girl Talk piece to send to Idolator.
- Three loads of laundry, changed the sheets and sorted through stuff for the Yard Sale 4 Life (which is looking seriously awesome. I'm just purging, you guys. I feel like I need to get rid of everything. Everyone is gonna win on November 8th, lemme tell ya!)
This entire week is actually really busy and I don't even know if I have it in me to go out for long on Halloween. Here's what else I got lined up:
- Another piece for screenjunkies. This time I'm talking 80s TV Babes. I wouldn't say I specialize in babes, but some babes are undeniable and in general, I have an understanding of the understandable.
- Halloween costume shopping with Ed
- Make-up film screening with Hyde (We got lost and gave up quickly when we thought of going to Swingers, mainly because there were two other nights to go.)
- Re-edit potentially secret project for Thursday morning.
- Spending some quality time with Showbizzle, that's for sure.
- The Spring Awakening opening night with Hyde and Kyle and supposedly the new 90210 cast, but I won't hold my breath for Shenae.
- She and Him show at the Wiltern with Hyde and Dr. Ned for my own personal enjoyment/Idolator, immediately followed by The Midnight Show
- Shitloads of other meetings, errands and DEFINITELY cleaning to do.
- Oh, and did you assholes hear about Party of Five on Hulu?
Fuck. I'm totally wiped just thinking about it and it's really not even anything. What a baby.
Now I'm gonna go take this oatmeal dealie and my dog to bed so I can wake up and try and take care of business at a reasonable time.
1) Alexis and I went to Target and Trader Joe's because those are the kinds of places we go on lady dates. In high school we (me and lady friends) always went to Chilis or the Burlington Mall. Why would we sit around an Awesome Blossom in a suburb when we can stare at middle-class Americans strolling around a chain discount store in their best post-work casual buying shit that they don't need? (I bought buffalo wing flavored mac and cheese tonight. I'm not fucking innocent. I'm just saying that's what goes on there. Have you ever seen the dollar section at Target? It's a place like that where you realize exactly how someone like George W. Bush gets voted in to office not once, but twice. Humanity is a fucking shithole these days, you guys. Vote Obama, for serious...)
2) We came back to my place and I was all, "Dude! Girl Talk tomorrow! I'm going to make pot brownies!" My mother reads this blog and I'm not proud to announce that, but this is a special weekend and I'm doing good things with my life, so Mom and anyone else who may be appalled by my behavior: I love you. I'm sorry I'm an asshole. Now let's party big in '08, right? Year's almost out and it's the freakin' weekend. You know, like in that Ignition Remix by R. Kelly.
3) Halfway through boiling a bunch of stuff in a pot, I realize that I don't have any good cookie mix. It's sad to think that I could start this process, assuring myself that I simply MUST have cookie or brownie mix somewhere. This is an example of my unhealthy lifestyle, you guys. I just assume that if it's disgusting and delicious at the same time that it's probably in my possession somewhere. But it expired in 2007. I feel like I can't even remember 2007. I feel like that was before I was born it was so long ago. So yeah, kinda drunk and full on the green beans and pizza we ate, we walked to the store, bought oatmeal cookie mix and shoplifted an egg. Just keep reading.
4) Then we came back to my house and played with my dog. In existence there is a five minute video of Alexis dancing with my dog but I can't put it up because it's technically just a shot of Wagandstuff's asshole framed by Alexis' ample cleavage. The cleavage shot was an accident. Point is: It's too sexy/degrading for Molls...She Wrote, and that's really saying something. Have you guys seen how I degrade myself? Don't worry, I'm in on the bit. It's controlled degrading, which isn't even really degrading at all. Yay! We all win!
5) After the pot cookies were in the oven, Alexis and I went on Facebook and laughed about people we don't know that well. Don't worry, no you. I can pretty much promise we weren't laughing about you. Anyone we were laughing at would have quit reading this about one thousand words ago due to exhaustion and then they'd go treat themselves to something really, REALLY bad, like a pint of frogert and a Sex in the City marathon (quoting all of Samantha's lines and like, completely relating even though they are totally still a Carrie!)
6) Then Alexis passed out on my bed and I went in to the kitchen and decided to test one of the cookies and have been fighting off Wags (who's begging for a bite) the entire time I've been writing this.
via The LA Times
ZANE was at the art opening that Alexis and I went to last night with her friend Dana. I took three things away from the evening:
1) When you're willing yourself to get plastered, you can make it happen pretty quickly and off of two glasses of free white wine.
2) Models look great naked.
3) ZANE.
Let me tell ya: I don't give a fuck about celebrities unless they are this kind of celebrity. Had I been in a room with Denzel or Hanks, I'd be all "yeah, whatever-- they are just like us. Chill out." I just don't care enough to make a big deal unless it's ZANE or like, Adrienne Curry from Top Model or maybe Pat Sajack or something. Those are the people I lose my shit over. Just because I am the chick who now officially used to be from Defamer, doesn't mean I'm going to rat you out if we're at a party and you're shoving drugs up your nose or being a total cunt (ZANE was doing neither of these things.) I don't get paid to ruin lives, but I live to ZANE.
1) When I take a shower at night I feel like a freakin' baby when I get out. I feel all calm and soothed and shit. Like, if your kid's crying, stick 'em in the bath. It's a great feeling, you guys. I might have to start getting in the shower more often.
2) This is Ed and his cousins dancing at his brother's wedding over the weekend. It was the best-dressed wedding I've ever been to.
3) Tonight I'm seeing Rachel is Getting Married with Alexis. I'm wearing pajamas to the theater. I've seen more movies in the theater in the last two weeks than I have in the last year. I haven't felt like drinking and now that I'm not saturating myself with video all day I am more mentally prepared to sit in a theater for two hours.
4) I like this song today:
5) This was one of the more thoughtful answers I got to my Mr. T question from a dude named Dean (like Dean Kane from Ripley's Believe It or Not! I love that show!):
Molls:
Back in 1995, Mr. T had to sell his gold chains to fund his T-cell lymphoma
cancer treatment. Knowing how to work it, he claimed after seeing the
effects of Hurricane Katrina, he would never wear his chains again, saying
they were "an insult to God." He's back to wearing them, as you can see:http://snuh.tumblr.com/post/49518685/just-because-one-can-never-have-enough-
mr-tI'd say that's pretty good proof he knows what's up *and* really does love
gold chains and pitying fools.When he was a bodyguard, his business card read, "Next to God, there is no
greater protector than I" and parlayed his participation in NBC's America's
Toughest Bouncer competition into a long Hollywood career. I'd like to see
Tiffany "New York" Pollard turn her 15 minutes into 21 movie roles and a
long running teevee series. Mr T rocks.
Good one, Dean. I'm with ya.
