Okay, I mean, I totally think this shit is funny. Ray might think it’s funny. Or at least postmodern. But it’s totally decreasing the chances of a good debate about the election coming up in less than a week. And the cocaine thing, which is really just kind of whatever. I’m pretty sure… I mean this whole self conscious text thing is so dated.
The review of the review is definitely the most personal thing I’ve written on Robothouse, the website. Hell, it’s the most personal thing I’ve written since Sid and Vicious days which is a title I haven’t even thought of in at least three years.
Jesus, this must have something to do with my birthday. Fuck. The review is the kind of drivel lessers write on their blogs. Of course, Ray pays me big bucks for this so whatever.
Neener Neener.
Nevertheless, this might explain why I went so gonzo last night. I just let a little too loose. Like Summer (Rachel Bilson) at her senior pirate prom on the OC. God. Man, apologies if I grabbed your butt. Jeremy was in all white, I remember that. And “Big Pimpin” and “Sweet Child of Mine” and some Rocky remix song. Talking to Sofa Gabe about Confederacy of Dunces and Cormac McCarthy in the back of the bar. That was cool.
happy birthday bobby. i would have said something last night. but, when i saw you you had just nearly slain audra with a joke. i was a little concerned for her spitting sparks out of her nose like that. another year around the sun…
this might be the same nicki… that just interviewed me for the lumberjack. regaurding the oleary street market mural. i should have recorded the audio part of the interview, just to compare.
has everyone over there gone crazy? I’m comin back, check out bob’s health
-c