chaosmonkey

I've been watching Courtney Love on Mtv2. She's said "Portland, Oregon," about 15 times, shown her boob before the pixelation could catch it, and talked about sleeping with rock stars. I'm not a fan, but that's all I'll say, 'cause if she's gonna get our lovely Suicide Girls on tv, she can't be entirely bad (even if she won't shut up about The Strokes and The Hives). Right?

Amelie sent me a letter. It had pictures, including a picture of Leonard Nimoy's star on the Walk of Fame and a picture of Charlton Heston's handprints in front of Mann's Chinese Theater. We have the best taste in movie stars. She showed a picture of me to her old Jewish aunts, who think I'm "painfully cute," and that I look Jewish. Amelie told them that, no, I'm not Jewish, and I'm an atheist like her. "Well, is he at least willing to pretend to be Jewish?"

Looks like another Saturday night at home on my ass. I guess this is to make up for the seventeen billion parties I went to over the last five weeks or so. Maybe I'll drink several gallons of water and sort through some comics. My room's a fucking abysmal pit of comics and empty boxes and and and... damn. See yew awl later.