Entries from August 2009

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

Shakespeare In Love.

My biggest fear is that the bio-pic of my life will end up being a made-for-TV movie starring Lindsay Lohan. In all fairness, aside from Robert Downey Jr, Lohan is the only Thing with enough stamina to method act the lead role. And I appreciate that. I imagine the plot to feature many insignificant climaxes [...]

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

The Hangover.

The twelve hours after Happy Hour are the direct opposite of what the name implies. “How are you feeling?” My L.A girl friend asked me while I as staring at traffic, wondering if I had the energy to thro myself in front of it. “I am going through waves of: Yes! I could drink again [...]

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Life Is Beautifuk [Part Three].

Imagine if the world was actually in black and white. Not, like, metaphorically, where there were only two options to everything. I mean in literal colour. Or lack there of. People would look better. I don’t want to be a traitor to technicolour, or anything, but the fact is, people look much more attractive when [...]

Monday, August 24th, 2009

Life Is Beautifuk [Part Two].

I have been advised on numerous occasions to get insurance. “I don’t need it,” I insist. “I own nothing. What are people going to steal from me? Ideas?” With no assets to my name except an overpriced brain, my ideas and words are literally all I have. And I give them away for free, to [...]

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

The Exits Are Here And Here.

Every time I hear a baby cry, It almost brings me to tears. “Awww. That is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard,” my girl friend sighed. She should have let me finish. “…Because the sheer, even distant, sound of a baby’s wail makes me want to staple things to my head, claw out [...]

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

Life Is Beautifuk.

My friend once spent four hours cleaning mould out of her shower because a boy was arriving for an afternoon of casual sex. “If he lasts as long as it takes for you to waste time, marry him,” I said as I sat on her closed toilet smoking and reading her the news from Vogue. [...]

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

Curb Your Enthusiasm

I was once told that you can never truly be happy until you achieve something. I had just turned twenty-one and had slept with my [insert number here] Californian Surfer, so I thought I knew exactly what my mentor meant. “Something substantial,” He insisted. “Obviously you have never tried to tame a Californian Surfer…” “Focus.” [...]

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

This Is A Story For A Scribbled Down Name That My Love Keeps Writing Again And Again.

I have always wanted someone to fall in love with me based on my writing. Which, considering that I spend most of my time writing about blow jobs and sex up against a wall, have figured it shouldn’t be too hard. The idea of somebody being attracted to me based on one of my skills [...]

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

If These Walls Could Talk.

The first time I babysat my parents house resulted with me vacuuming the pool table because I had been skiing on it. It is about as domesticated as I have ever been in my entire life. “Change the dogs water, feed the dogs, make sure the dogs don’t pee in the house and pick up [...]

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

The Rules Of Attraction.

I have always had a problem that there is no “I” in team. Grammatically speaking, I can deal with the spelling. But the actuality of being a team player has always bothered me because I don’t enjoy doing anything according to anyone else’s rules. It makes relationships rather difficult because official titles and traditional guidelines [...]