January 2009
27 posts
“Dear Beard,
I will miss you. We had some good times.”
– 2 interviews today. Fingers crossed, players.
“Cadillac sedans were not made for offroading. Dear Todd’s Grandma, sorry.”
“I don’t want to belong to any club that would have someone like me as a member.”
– Groucho Marx (via cajunboy)
“I feel like I’m gonna end up on that show, Intervention any day now. Why...”
– Show is awesome by the way if you having pangs of guilt for your debaucherous habits…
I am so out of it today and I dont know why
antikris:
I just texted my friend who is a plane, who I just blogged about being on the plane, and asked “why are you not online?!” I was in bed at 11. I didnt drink last night. I’ve had 2 cups of coffee. WTF?
Text message convo that just took place:
Me: Stop ignoring me, prick!
Lance: What?
Me: I’ve texted you like 10 fucking times!
L: This is the first message I’ve got...
Most underrated movie ever.
Dean Mort: Mr. Dunphy, do you have a friend called “Drugs”? Timothy Dunphy: Drugs Delaney? Mr. Funderberk: How many individuals named drugs could you possibly associate with? Timothy Dunphy: Just one. Dean Mort: Yesterday we received a letter addressed simply to Cornwall Academy, Cornwall, Connecticut. So naturally we, we opened it and read it. You might want to sit down. It...
Bromance?
Murph: Goodnight... i love you (via txt msg)
Me: Ugh was that meant for me or your wife? i mean i love you too but more as a friend...
Murph: HAHA damn!... whoops, good thing i didn't say anything crazy... this is going to end up on tumblr huh?
Me: Yep...
Murph: Nite, love you buddy...
War.
Me: I would kill a man to be with Marisa Miller.
Drew: Countries of men.
“…inside himself he said goodbye and then goodbye and goodbye…”
– Hemingway, Garden of Eden
meshuggah
wordjournal:
adjective • /mɪˈʃʊgə/ • crazy; idiotic.
From Yiddish meshuge; Hebrew meshugga.
“Seriously, how did you think this was going to go? Honestly, don’t even...”
– My bank account re: friday night in Vegas.
Slumdog.
Movie is fucking dope. I consider myself somewhat of an expert on what constitutes good cinema. It should be noted I consider myself an expert on damn near everything. There is something so visceral, engaging about the human face and its range of emotions. The one advantage I feel movies have over literature; the reaction to reactions. It’s beautiful and I haven’t stopped thinking...
Sorry to sound like a Sex and the City episode...
antikris:
It is really annoying to me when people have children and all they have to talk about are their kids. Kids are great. Some are cute, some are not. But I swear to god I am about to go on a facebook tirade about people and their children. And people with the talking about other people’s children. And people talking about how we all should have children. I have said many times...
Stagnant.
I didn’t even make a New Year’s resolution last year. That’s just straight indifference. And last year was better than 2007, I will give it that and there were some really really good things in 2008 but I have to say if 2009 isn’t amazing, I may lit-chur-ally lose my mind and might just become the dude by the freeway ramp with the cardboard sign. I suppose if I had to put...
I’m sick. And the only thing worse than being sick is the amount of people that ask you if you are, indeed, sick. I’ve decided to tell people that I’m actually a cocaine addict and these throaty, nasal-y intonations are actually parts of my rehearsal as a voice-over actor. I think I was just cast in Ice Age 4. It’s going to be magical…(*fingers crossed).
“We drank [redacted]’s uncle’s vodka since he can’t drink...”
– My buddy when I asked how his NYE was. The sensitivity is almost tangible.
Town and Country
Me: Did you hear [redacted] donated one of her eggs?
B: No Shit!
Me: Yeah, she got like ten grand in Boston or some shit.
B: That's pretty fucked up.
Me: Why? Because of how desperate she must be for money?
B: No, because now some parents in Boston are gonna get a kid with a wonk lazy eye!