Oh! Swartzman how I love you. I watched your new movie. OMG! You + Owen + Brody
+ Portman + Anderson = Simply Genius! I should have been in that damn movie. It was that divine. Simply simply divine. Fierce. I want a family like that. I want to go on a train through out India.
Oh! I love the Kills. This amazing lady at Borders told me all about them. Yes, I'm hip. And i'm not lying , like i usually do, these guys are most amazing.
Oh! I need a new job. Someone rain money on me. Someone rain good fortune on me, and Mateo. We need some of that sugar right now.
Oh! I hate crocks. I am so passionate about loathing crocks. Dementia crocks i call them. Cause you must have dementia to wear them. I figure some old women ( having dementia) was playing in her garden, forgot what she was doing and though she had to go to the market or something. And she just went there in the crocks. then some old middle aged women saw her and thought it was a great idea. She the told her whole scrap booking class and Then they all made thier kids wear them.( i always see these poor toddlers who can't dress themselves in gross hot pink crocks). And then some complete dumbass decided to make those ugly pins you put in the holes. WTF. Like seriously i wish i could get a hold of all the crocks in the whole world and replace them with black Prada flats. Seriously how hard is it to dress yourself sanely in the morning? Are you seriously rushing out the house so fast you can't even wear real shoes? like common now. Please wake up 15 min earlier so that i don't have to see your nasty lime green Dementia crocks. did you know every time you wear crocks a gay man dies in LA?
OH! and check out Oh! Hush. Now thats some music.
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