I hate Sundays...it still feels like a school night to me...so...I've been feeling a little depressed today so I haven't done much except a watercolor painting of Mary Lou Retton, drank 3 fingers of Glen Livet, ate some Superman ice cream, beat Randy Quaid to death, bought a new pair of Blair slacks, went for a ride on my Kawasaki, read my Nancy Drew's, wondered what fucked up person came up with the drug name "Aciphex," ate some toaster pastries (generic Pop Tarts,) dressed like Captain Stubbing for 11 months, wrote Bristol Palin a letter telling her that I've scene two epileptics share a bowl of noodles with more grace than she has, felt absolute despair when I thought of Kim Kardashian, impersonated John Travolta, and learned "method acting" from the great "Nic Cage," and lit stuff on fire."
•I'm sure I'm going to get some backlash for this, but I totally have the feeling that Michael J. Fox is faking how bad his Parkinson's is. I don't know why, but he just is.
•Whoever decided to go with that deformed lady in the RA (rheumatoid arthritis)
commercial needs to be fired.
•I find Deborah Messing insufferable.
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