fuckin' Brown Bunny comes out a DAY after i leave for Minneapolis. which means i have to see it when i get back like on the 7th and NOT on opening night in chicago. motherfucker.
theres some 'pretty boy jeans' place up on Damen that appears to want to hire me. all the dudes in there are 6ft 5 and are either 'actor/models', 'model/actors', 'musician/model', or 'gallery owner/model/actor/musician'. they want to hire me so i can be their 5ft 9 midget hunchback who's "like totally into art and shit".
i tried painting last night. i painted a little rabbit. its such a bad painting that i hung it up on the wall so everyone could see it and wonder if i was trying to be ironic.
my resume is fucking bad ass and totally sweet. i should really just have "fucking bad ass and totally sweet" be the whole damn resume...
IDEAL JOB INTERVIEW:
job: "so mister hepburn, i have read that you are bad ass and totally sweet. would you care to elaborate?"
me: "i believe that the proof is in the pudding"
job: "awesome you're fucking hired".
me: "sweet"
and i'm out...
♥n
theres some 'pretty boy jeans' place up on Damen that appears to want to hire me. all the dudes in there are 6ft 5 and are either 'actor/models', 'model/actors', 'musician/model', or 'gallery owner/model/actor/musician'. they want to hire me so i can be their 5ft 9 midget hunchback who's "like totally into art and shit".
i tried painting last night. i painted a little rabbit. its such a bad painting that i hung it up on the wall so everyone could see it and wonder if i was trying to be ironic.
my resume is fucking bad ass and totally sweet. i should really just have "fucking bad ass and totally sweet" be the whole damn resume...
IDEAL JOB INTERVIEW:
job: "so mister hepburn, i have read that you are bad ass and totally sweet. would you care to elaborate?"
me: "i believe that the proof is in the pudding"
job: "awesome you're fucking hired".
me: "sweet"
and i'm out...
♥n
i have a weird sense of humour,