i am not a portrait on your heart no more
hmm, maeve and i had THE BEST LAID PLANS THIS SIDE OF AMERICA to have a michael madsen marathon last night, and so we did.... only minus the michael madsen.
what the hell video store doesn't have resevoir dogs????? fucking the blockbuster franchise that's owned by religious fanatics. and when you say mulhulland falls is in the aisle to the right of the video game sign on the right hand shelf towrds the front, then it better fucking well be there!
we had to settle for colin farrel and james franco... which wasn't exactly a bad thing. mmmmmm.
andrea was home and we got to hang out a whole bunch; we saw fred durst, got lost (!), decided i was a dadonkadonkey, went shopping, and my "jumping" has led her to believe she knows who i'm going to marry, and get this: it's not colin farrell. i dunno about that. riiiight.
so i leave tomorrow.... AH! i'm scurrred.
a prostitute, a junkie, a spoiled little rich boy, and james dean, hot damn!
