| 12 April |
[Apr. 12th, 2009|12:48 pm] |
Friday, a Comedian left Los Angeles.
There's just not much to laugh about when the Comedian's out of town. Let's see, what have I done? I've sat on my arse, as usual. Oh! One exciting thing! I drank. Yeah, so exciting. I've started writing a song, but it's pathetic and sounding quite stalkerish. The worst part about it is I don't have anyone to write it for so the fact that I've written something borderline psychopathic is not cool. I'd like to look crazy for a reason. If not, I'll stick to the usual villain throughline and seem as sane as possible. -insert menacing laughter-
My usual lot in life has stayed true to the given course. Swallowing darkness and harvesting souls to complete my web. In other words, wallowing in a dark room and writing on my piano by candlelight. I don't know why. It does something. You try whatever means you can. I wish I could say that my power was shut off, then I wouldn't seem so odd. I do get out, though, from time to time. Until Jake left, I spent some time out at bars and his place gawking over Bettie. Now, well, your only hang-out buddy disappears to start filming and you just hope the tour would start up soon. No, I take that back. The Arachne boys and I went out to see I Love You, Man. It was brilliance. Now whenever one of them calls, we have these moments of "I love you, Bro Montana." And yes, I consider it very sad that I have experienced almost all the "shenanigans" in the film with those two. And I have a vagina. No wonder I can't get a date.
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I think I should probably get a cat or something. No, too cute. A snake? I can't be stereotypical and get a tarantula. Recommendations? |
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