what should I write about?
Should I write about my rockstar life? The oysters, the comped martinis, are those interesting? Should I write about films? Hey mama, I’ve done that plenty and I can’t even keep up (ten films this past week, something like that). Music? There’s more to be said, that’s for definite, but I like to keep the experience a few steps ahead of the commentary sometimes. The web? if I had the time, maybe I’d get my surf on. I hear there’s a world out there, and some kinda war thing, what’s up with that? Work? I like it, thanks. Love life? Shucks, now I’m blushing.
Hmm. Maybe I’ll write about not writing, that’s it. That’ll keep ‘em coming back for more. — Or maybe I’ll just make some shit up.
why blush? Do tell…
I agree. Write about broads.
Yeah! More broads! And the occasional anti-equestrian tract! Now that would be the proverbial shit.
Rock star life? I’m intrigued, is this a Citytv related thing, if it is do tell, will give me something to look forward to, always wanted to be a rock star.
?
Why not write about this!
http://www.speedstacks.com/videos/emily.htm
The cup-stacking video wouldn’t play for me. IS ANYONE ELSE HAVING THIS PROBLEM???
Hearing you loud and clear, Retard.
sorry about that.
the large clip works..might even be worth the wait!
(I wish I could do that)
It didn’t work on windows, oddly enough, but works on Macs – I think they may have botched their use of the OBJECT tag (for what it’s worth).
It seems my readership would like to hear about broads and rockstarism. I may only be able to oblige by making shit up. Would that be okay?
Well, mostly making shit up. Yes, the odd Chum TV event involves some of the silly stuff I mentioned above; also, for unrelated reasons I attended a party that drew a lot of music video people, so maybe that’s why I was fancying myself a rockstar. I’m missing the legions of adoring fans, however. And the rock. I’m missing the rock.
I’m your number one fan
My goodness, that girl can stack some cups!
Yay! I have a fan. Now taking submissions for the role of #2 fan. Or assistant to #1 fan, maybe. And possibly, just possibly, the road to a true rockstar life is paved not by rocks but by the stacking of cups at great speeds.
I’m your number two fan
Wow, I forgot to identify myself earlier.
& that crazy swimfan is after me. I should never have gone to feardotcom.com…
swimfan’s sending me freaky pics of me!
Finally, my first stalker. 🙂
Where are the pics?
I’m way too lazy to upload them. In fact swimfan appears to have stopped stalking me. This is so far from being a hectic teen thriller, it’s scary.