IT'S FINALLY COMING!!! (and other randomonium)
I hope this makes the day of a lucky member of our studio audience as much as it makes my day:
They're finally releasing the new Fiona Apple record. The record company has been refusing because they didn't think it was marketable enough, and she refused to sell-out and make a "radio single" to please them, and thus me and thousands of other crazies have been emailing and signing petitions, and yes, even sending apples to the company telling them to release the CD. It will hit the shelves on October 4, 2005. I almost went into cardiac arrest when I opened my email and found out. I'm so friggin psyched right now.
Okay. Breathe.
Also, I finally saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Just when you think you can't love Tim Burton and Johnny Depp any more than you already do, they go and throw this masterpiece at you. And I recently found out that Helena Bonham Carter (whom I also love) is married to Tim Burton. They've gotta be the second best pair next the Fiona and P.T. Anderson (who are only dating, but are still leagues ahead of any other duo).
Funny side note:
Tommy (quick reminder; Tommy=boy in jail who was awesome until he got out of jail and then slowly became more and more of an asshole) thought that since I was dodging his calls, would just stop by the house. I didn't answer the door, as I had a suspicion it might be him, and so instead yelled down from my upstairs porch. Does boy apologize for being a dickhead? Of course not. Boy makes a confused face and asks "Are you still mad at me?" After learning that I was indeed still "mad" at him, he asked me to take a ride with him and talk, because he needed "a favor." This means the conversation would have gone something like:
"Baby, I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry. I need $500."
Boy looked genuinely shocked when I declined the afternoon ride to talk with him. I expect to be the recipient of a letter within the next two weeks.
And lastly, I've decided to put my efforts towards Mark Wahlberg. Again.
He's beautiful with a slammin body, incredible lips and hands, and he's a hard-ass white boy from Dorchester. And he's got quite the bankroll that I can use to spoil him. That last thought really does make sense in my head. And he played Tommy Corn. And I love him.
The End.
P.S. When I just spell-checked this entry, the computer didn't recognize "dickhead" but gave me the options "dick head" and "dick-head" to choose from. You gotta love spell-check.
They're finally releasing the new Fiona Apple record. The record company has been refusing because they didn't think it was marketable enough, and she refused to sell-out and make a "radio single" to please them, and thus me and thousands of other crazies have been emailing and signing petitions, and yes, even sending apples to the company telling them to release the CD. It will hit the shelves on October 4, 2005. I almost went into cardiac arrest when I opened my email and found out. I'm so friggin psyched right now.
Okay. Breathe.
Also, I finally saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Just when you think you can't love Tim Burton and Johnny Depp any more than you already do, they go and throw this masterpiece at you. And I recently found out that Helena Bonham Carter (whom I also love) is married to Tim Burton. They've gotta be the second best pair next the Fiona and P.T. Anderson (who are only dating, but are still leagues ahead of any other duo).
Funny side note:
Tommy (quick reminder; Tommy=boy in jail who was awesome until he got out of jail and then slowly became more and more of an asshole) thought that since I was dodging his calls, would just stop by the house. I didn't answer the door, as I had a suspicion it might be him, and so instead yelled down from my upstairs porch. Does boy apologize for being a dickhead? Of course not. Boy makes a confused face and asks "Are you still mad at me?" After learning that I was indeed still "mad" at him, he asked me to take a ride with him and talk, because he needed "a favor." This means the conversation would have gone something like:
"Baby, I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry. I need $500."
Boy looked genuinely shocked when I declined the afternoon ride to talk with him. I expect to be the recipient of a letter within the next two weeks.
And lastly, I've decided to put my efforts towards Mark Wahlberg. Again.
He's beautiful with a slammin body, incredible lips and hands, and he's a hard-ass white boy from Dorchester. And he's got quite the bankroll that I can use to spoil him. That last thought really does make sense in my head. And he played Tommy Corn. And I love him.
The End.
P.S. When I just spell-checked this entry, the computer didn't recognize "dickhead" but gave me the options "dick head" and "dick-head" to choose from. You gotta love spell-check.