Archive for October 4th, 2009
I want to start posting again [thanks to Patrice's reformatting] I haven’t written anything creative in months and so I’ve decided that without this blog my soul is going to die. So NYU is fine, muuuuch better than Sarah Lawrence. Aside from the fact that everyone I meet decides they cannot be my friend after they realize I’m not 21, these creepy bible study students in Washington Sq. park who think that *I* look friendly and susceptible to a conversation about why God is fun, a creepy catlike roommate that never talks and is so quite that I’m convinced no one is home so I start listening to Linkin Park and Britney’s new single like it’s 2001 and I’m white trash, the debt I’m going to be in very soon, and waaaaay too much reading, everything is fine.
P.S. Who’d have thought New York City was so expensive!? I am employed, pretty much typing a professor’s book on social work as he orally dictates it because he was born when people still came to America on boats and types .0004 words a minute.
But enough about me? What has gone on in this crazy little world since I’ve been away? Mostly nothing since I am the center of all events that occur in the universe. But while you were all on ImmaLetYouFinish.com I was googling pictures of Billy Zane.
I need purple outfits to shoot guns.
Remember him? Of course not, he is irrelevant.
He kind of looks like Jon Gosselin now, except Jon Gosselin was never attractive and doesn’t fill in his eyebrows.
So watch this, you’ll thank me because after watching this you will have entered a higher plane of reality and self-actualization in knowing that you’ll never be this “glame.” [gay + lame]
I want to see your panties on the floor because I want to borrow them for the Grey’s Anatomy Sparkle Feelings Girl Power party sponsored by Vagasil.
People watch this show.
Because enough of our television isn’t targeted to mid-western housewives. If this show was just called “Wives” it would be about middle-aged women getting mad at each other over trivial things that don’t matter…