| I love my morning newspaper |
[11 Feb 2006|01:49pm] |
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So this morning I was trying to be all intellectual and read the newspaper, right? This was while Marc was out buying pastries, mind you. And yes that's an integral part of this story. ANYWAY, I was reading about the budget cuts President Bush is proposing, and about the demands those crazy islam people have made for that journalist's life, and then all the ruckus those Danish cartoons have stirred up, but then I got bored so I pulled out the classified because sometimes classified ads can be funny and hey it never hurts to see what junk people are selling, right?
So I'm looking through that section and I get to the used cars ads. I think I choked on my tongue when I saw the banner ad that was going across one of the pages. Right in the center of the page was a three-part spread that said: "Pierre means YES! Pierre gives you MORE! Pierre makes it EASY!"
And I got to thinking... and my question is this: David, is it true?
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| The hero you're dreamin of |
[05 Feb 2006|09:29pm] |
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So Gerard and I totally kicked it online last week while I was jamming out to The Great 80s Crusade, no joke. We hashed out that I'm totally teaching him how to moonwalk when we get together. And I'll show him how to make a totally kick ass virgin margarita because hey if I can make them that well with alcohol they've got to be good without, right? Hell yeah.
I went to some really, really gay Super Bowl party today. And when I say gay, I don't mean like, that it was really lame or anything. It was LITERALLY gay. I'm talking ten FLAMING QUEERBAITS and then like three straight guys and a few ladies. I spent my time drinking too much Lillet wine and overindulging on the cheese platter my friend Marc brought. At one point he and I ended up in the kitchen together and were getting a little recreational, but Taylor, Scott's girlfriend, walked in on us and we had to go back to "watching" the game. I didn't understand any of it. And what was with the Steelers team waving around those come towels? Do straight guys really get that excited over football? I mean, granted that Tatupu guy was good looking and hey the commentators talk a whole lot about "tight ends" but... I don't know maybe it was the wine.
Marc brought me home afterwards and we spent a good fifteen minutes in his car and agreed to meet for coffee tomorrow, so we'll see! Hopefully things this Valentine's day will be more successful than the last. Actually, it was the one before that, so details are a little fuzzy but I seem to remember something about a few friends here and... Vandal. All right, the kid was a good lay for the night but SO not my type. And he ended up having to quit the barista gig after that because things just got too awkward between us. That only taught me one thing: never date the barista at your favorite coffee place. Either you have to find a new one, or he has to find a new job. End of story.
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| I'm a dangerous heart |
[27 Jan 2006|09:42pm] |
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Fuck dude, I go all incognito for five days in Japan and I get back only to find out the world has been molested and people are FREAKING OUT at every turn and it's like that time when Daniel became Cat Courtney and did his acid ramble and man I...
I just want to call my friend. I just want to call my friend. Give me the phone. Say ‘hey man, how you doin’ Johnny?’ 93101000. That’s the number to call. Hey Johnny. I said ‘what’s going ‘round motherfucker?’ Cause you see I got a problem. I been sitting at home, can’t get the fuck up. I been sitting at home, I can’t get the fuck up. I said, ‘Johnny, send me some of those maximizing… you know, those maximizing pills. Whatever the fuck it is that you put on your tongue. Cause they’re great. Just keep it real man.’ I got to finish this story. Some of those maximizing things man, that you put on your tongue and let it all go and everything feels gOOd. I said, ‘Johnny, just one. Send it express post. 93101000.’ [??]
Okay. Two hours later. ‘Hey man, thanks for the package. Signed my name Cat Courtney. Thank you very much. I don’t know I have to say whoa. Man this baby’s got a strawberry on it. And I said I love strawberries, it just looks like paper to me. I’m gonna take this motherfucker. I called my friend, I said, ‘Hey, I’m gonna take this thing with a strawberry on it.’ I called Ben, I called Chris, I said, ‘Man, we got rehearsals in an hour and a half, cause this things gonna be well kicked in by then.’ And I said, one more time, just relax, everythings gonna be fine. And we all gonna have a good time and things are gonna rolllllllll.
Fuck, I need a margarita.
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| You wish you had my closet |
[15 Jan 2006|08:56pm] |
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BECK -- black tambourine |
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SO! I just got back from a long fucking day of retail therapy because I was depressed over something stupid that I won't talk about here. Prepare to marvel at the new additions to my wardrobe, care of my favourite stylist down at the Armani Exchange. I adore Gregory because he just... he knows my style and what I like and he's got my sizes down! Plus he knows how I like my coffee. You just can't go wrong with a man who knows how you like your coffee ;)
ANYWAY, I think I need to regale you all with my purchases and don't worry, I won't be attaching prices to any of it. So you can just let your imagination run wild with how much I spent. Here's a hint though, I never get out of that store spending less than $500-
( cut for fashion whoring )
Mm I cannot wait to slut around in those clothes on my way to the studio. Now for a Cosmo. Ciao!
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| I fucking need Versace now goddammit! |
[06 Jan 2006|08:41pm] |
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um some lame band called panic at the ... limbo? |
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I doubt anyone will believe this, but I've been so busy that I haven't set foot in a clothing store for five fucking days. I am going through withdrawals and my credit card companies will probably start calling tonight wondering if I've cancelled my accounts. I don't know how I let this happen.
Um, right so actually today I didn't get out of the house except to go down to the natural foods store and buy organic oranges, asparagus, and other fruits and vegetables. Oh and I went to Starbucks because I can't live without it. Lifeblood, you know. Other than that I've been watching my dad's movies on the Sci-Fi network almost all day and wondering if the weed I got from some guy who called himself ScoMo was legit. Honestly I don't know.
Oh and Jen stopped by for our biweekly "couple" meeting. I'm sick of the charade, so's she, I don't know why we keep doing this. I mean, you'd think we were Daniel Johns and Natalie Imbruglia. She's banging her hairdresser and he's shacking up with that one guy he always does "side projects" with. If I didn't like his "side projects" I would question the merit of that ... situation, but alas I digress.
I need to go buy something before I slice my throat with the lime peeler. Yes, I own a lime peeler and you didn't know such a thing existed. Pfft, peons.
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| Live from Los Angeles |
[29 Dec 2005|05:52pm] |
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letters to cleo -- johnny are you queer? |
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Funny how one person can change your life and make it absolutely great, and another person can ruin it within seconds. I just got back from the coffee house I laze about at, and fuck me if the barista wasn't trying his hardest to get all up in my grill. What the fuck dude? Oh right, I'm Alex, Alex Band. You know, formerly of "The Calling" and now I just go by my name? Sort of like George Michael. Actually, a lot like George Michael. Only, my life-parter hasn't died, well okay I don't have one yet but I'm working on it. I just have to find out some way to ... infiltrate a relationship. But that's a whole other story that I'm not going to bother retelling right now.
No, right now I think I'll slice up some pineapple with a rather large knife, make a margarita with my super fast and sharp blender, and go smoke out on my deck, by my enormous pool here in West Hollywood. Yes, I live the high life here in Los Angeles, cruising around in my silver Mercedes, and generally not giving a fuck about what else is going on in the world other than fashion shows and when I can see my BFFL again. No not Chops. He's out getting stoned again anyway...
Oh whatever I am so over this entire thing. I need a drink and a cigarette. And to get laid. Like I said, a whole other story. Ciao!
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