I read your first sentence thinking the meet and greet didn't go so well yesterday so you had to get wasted. Then I remembered you said you were getting sick. Hope you feel better soon.
No duels. Just a snide remark or two from my mom after the fact. Par for the course. Funball, you're a mom - can you please make me some soup and rub my back until I fall asleep?
When I pooped this morning I'm 55% sure a little semen trickled out of my penis because I pushed too hard. It didn't even feel nice. And Angel, ya want me to fuck your mom and help cool her jets? I've had Asian women before, I know their game.
Bullshit, I'd throw her on and spin her like a merry ground and finish her off with a poo poo platter, if yaknowwhattamean.
L.A. was cool. My best friend is in the industry, so I ended up at this event with a bunch of people in the industry (wannabes and people on their way up). William H Macy was supposed to host, but he realized it was going to be lame and sent Steve Howey (Reba, Still Waiting, Shameless) instead who invited his buddies Will Sasso, Schmidt from New Girl (Schmidt), and Jeremy Allen White (aka Lip from Shameless). Was in line with Jeremy for drinks, didn't know who he was. "What brings you to the event?" "My friend is hosting." "Oh cool, how do you guys know each other?" "We work together." (pause) "On Shameless" "Oh nice. That show is on my list." "Good show, you should watch it." "I will, how's your weekend going?" and then since I said I was visiting from Chicago, and they shoot in Chicago, he went into a loverant about Chicago. Then his handler pulled him away. Cool fucking dude. Chatted with Steve Howey for 3 seconds, he's funny as shit. Wish I could have talked to Will Sasso but he was in and out. Went to Universal Studios, went to Adam Carolla's restaurant Amalfi, did the silly Star Walk, took a picture with Will Smith's handprints, because I fucking love Will Smith at the Chinese Theatre, Guiness Book of World Records + Ripley's Believe it Or Not (wastes of time both of them). And some other shit. Didn't get to the beaches though, and every drink I had was strong as hell.
If you say "The Industry" once more Bloody Bartender is going to appear in the mirror and kill you. Why? For calling it "The Industry".
Fuck that man, I wish it was just the chicks. Guys usually ask you before they release your hand. I did meet two girls who were "actresses" but the entire time I was thinking "Oh man, neither of you are going to make it." I went to a restaurant and I ran into a unicorn, the server did not say she was an actress. She actually was just a server. I don't get bothered by the L.A. ness, because I expect it and fuck with people a little bit. I ask people what their favorite movie is, and then let them go into some long winded explanation, then I counter with Independence Day and watch them their brains melt as I tell them I really have low standards for movies and I'm just happy to be entertained. At the same time, I get why people are working so hard to engage, because there aren't job postings for this shit. If you want to work in tv or movies, you have to pass out business cards and get in people's faces. Every time you leave your house you're looking for your next gig, because you can meet a producer or someone that can just hook you up with your next 6 months of rent or more. The environment is fucking insanity. OH and this. <a class="postlink" href="http://instagram.com/p/fjw59uuS7b/#" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://instagram.com/p/fjw59uuS7b/#</a>
So I'm sitting here at midnight drinking my 3rd Savanna Dark - it's a cider. It's also 6% ABV, the same as regular Savanna but this one is packaged in a brown bottle and not a clear one, so probably longer shelf life, am I right in thinking that? Wheat allergy makes it hard to find a suitable beer in S.A. - it's all mass-production and very few microbrews around. SAB has a massive dominance in the market - the only rival is Windhoek, which is the only non-wheat beer that I know of but I'm also not particularly fond of the taste. So where's my entertainment?
I don't know about anyone else but all I'm seeing is a PHP error. This: Not sure why that's funny or how it relates to cousin fucking, but OK then.
I shouldn't answer work emails while I'm doped on cold meds. My boss sent me an email saying "People keep asking for my v-card. What is that and how do I get one?" My response was "You have two kids. Your v-card is long-gone."