The Manic Monster Sleeps.
I was pretty happy about the review, though…obviously...alright,'nuff said…
Now that the drunken ranting has faded away and I'm left with that high-pitched tinnitis called regret, I can safely say that my insane gushing about my blog review should be one good indicator to all as to why I never made it in the acting biz, and perhaps why I shouldn't. In case anyone's wondering, yes, I am often socially stunned. A large, blind, manic idea will manifest from my deeps, something like that monster in Cloverfield.
It is called forth by mysterious forces: success, bedazzlement, or maybe environmental poisoning (I stopped writing thank-you letters to the omnipotent casting directors early on in my acting "career").
The monster is invariably pregnant with something, something that could destroy the natural world exponentially, of course. And it can't navigate to save its life or even the lives of its unborn – it obviously gets confused by the big city, and so enflames and crushes things for hours on end.
Bridges do burn...
I really should write more about the showbiz shit since I don't take pills.
Worst-Case Blog Scenario Survival Guide Tip #8: Post purdy pictures to distract. Start fresh in the morning.
I was going to cutely post about my recent trip to Halifax and the restaurants there, but I still haven't posted a post about my previous Halifax trip back in November. The train of pictures I took and scribbled things I tucked away is getting impacted beyond any hope of my ever weeding through it tonight.
So I found these Cuba pictures to try to distract y'all with instead. I took them the week of January 24 when I was there with le Kelle. Kelly.
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This shot is less about Havana and much more about Kelly's magnificent healing mammaries.
Goodnight.
8 comments:
Ahhhh, yes. It's hard. I felt the same way. (Have I said that already?) Just keep doin how you do. I'm enjoying it thoroughly.
Thanks, Maggie...
Ah, the come-down after a bout of over-stimulation...
Kinda like getting three-hundred Valentine's Day cards, and then the next day it's back to work.
By the by, work is stupid...says the blissfully unemployed guy moving into a shiny new house.
What a dick.
Ryan, I thought I was destined for a Meh.
Hey! I thought making my own hours was pretty good, and my monthly rent is within normal reaming depths for downtown Toronto.
But you, Ryan. You don't even have to go to work cuz work is stupid, you get 300 Valentine's day cards, AND you gots a shiny new house?!
In cereal-ese you are a "Lucky Charm."
So, yes, what a dick then.
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You can see bitches sleep in the street in the town one down from me, but that's mostly because of the heroin problem.
Well there you go Limpy. I did not let you down about the wet/dry detail in your Vermont post, and I was hoping for a comment about the bithces in the street in this post.
Awwww, yeah. Great minds and alla that!
Ryan: I just noticed my smiley is not there. I had a smiley there in my last reply to your comment up there. What the?! You're so not a dick. There was supposed to be the smiley there...shit.
Ahh.. Wanderlust bekons me.
How I wish I could travel the world...
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