I went out with my friend JR on Friday for a night of drinking and debauchery. It was the kind of night where we end up sitting in the grass at 3:00am sobbing uncontrollably, until the sprinklers came on and scared us away. We came home and compared scars until about 5:00am, then passed out. By the way, Guinness, Jack Daniels and muscle-relaxers bought off the internet, do not make that great of a combination.
I spent yesterday recovering and scouring the net for Madonna tickets, but gave up in the end. I've seen her act before and it not like she won't still be doing the exact same thing for the next forty years anyway. Madonna will be the first "bionic" popstar, just wait and see.
Another friend recently accused me of getting "all Mary-Kate and Ashley" on him. A vague reference to my schizophrenic personality. I replied, "I have fucked homeless people that are tighter than the Olsen Twins!" No one has any idea how much I have suffered....
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I'm beginning to understand the suffering. You're sleeping with the wrong homeless people man.
Naturally, I joke about things that scare me.
Homeless people and the Olsen Twins, both fall under this catagory.
But seriously, I thought tight was supposed to be a good thing... I tried to save Belle Reve, honest I did.
I'm scared of everything but the Olsens and the homeless. Or maybe I'm just pretending to be brave.
You are brave, darling... Even if it's just pretend.
Many fabulous things have their roots in someone pretending...
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