Saturday, September 15, 2007
Aaaaaaaand back to me!
Dude what is with this guy? I'm honestly not getting it. Someone, anyone fill me in, and then explain to me whether this Gawker report is sincere or the writer is just being a Rauch-bag *achem*
ps-Should I have Bret Easton Ellis ghost-write the script for Lohan's time in Promises, or the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Novella?
Excerpt: Splinter is wearing these new fake Nikes and I'm considering telling him that he's promoting bad racial stereotypes by wearing knock-offs. Although, he sort of has the market cornered on what East Asian anthropomorphic rats are wearing this season, so whatever. Looking too long at him trying to eat sushi with chopsticks in his paws is giving me a migraine, and D. is still not shutting up about wanting to change his color because purple looks "too faggy". Michael hasn't been home in three days and when he finally showed up he was red-eyed and sniffling, and his shell had all this graffiti that he said was an upgrade to help promote our merchandising. Might have said something at one time, but really right now I don't care enough to argue, anyway. I was on the phone with April till five last night listening her complain about how the office for her paper is "really a dump" while in the background I could hear the unmistakable sound of razors on a mirror, and the only way I could tolerate it was taking half a valium and imagining what she'd look like if I cut her breasts off.