Isn't Ohio supposed to be warm in May? It was in the upper forties when we landed early this afternoon. How the fuck is that mid-spring weather? Fucking Midwest. I'm also a big fan of the orange barrells every ten miles or so on the highway we had to take earlier today. How much construction can one stretch of road need? Jen, Lily, and I spent the ( Read more... )

Kevin bans me from the editing room. Can I help that the fucker lacks vision and all of my best scenes end up on the cutting room floor? It's bad enough that he's let me slip in one madlib in all of the movies we've done together. Come on! I'm obviously experienced enough to know when additional dialogue can make a scene. I'm the one with the Oscar ( Read more... )

John tells me yesterday afternoon that the shooting schedule has been changed and I won't be needed again until next week. The Sox were playing the Angels this weekend. Coincidence? I think not. We made up for yesterday's loss and I got to watch it live and in person. I like to think that my being at the game had something to do with that. Well, ( Read more... )

I've had this urge to write, as of late. It's not that I have massive amounts of inspiration, so much as I feel the need to find any way possible to distract myself. I just. Don't want to think about my life and all of the indecisiveness I'm feeling right now and the fucking constant inner conflict I've been having with myself ( Read more... )

I feel like a kept man without the sex. Since I always bitch about how I spend a fuck of a lot of real money on a fake relationship, Jen took it upon herself to spend some money of her own. So I'll have a new car when the latest Mercedes model is publically released. Or probably a few days before, but yeah. And I have a new watch. There was some ( Read more... )

Marisa Coughlan. Stop unplugging the phones in the house. And also, you are hereby commanded to be in Vancouver by early Saturday afternoon at the latest. Because I want you here, and I want you to come to Boston with me and Jen for Easter. There will be egg dying and Casey mocking. I know you enjoy both ( Read more... )

There are television commercials for Botox now. If that isn't indicative of our collective shallowness as a society, I don't know what is.

So. To Botox or not to Botox? On one side of the argument, there's the whole willingly allowing yourself to be injected with a product of fucking botulism. One unit of that shit is enough to kill a mouse. They ( Read more... )

Fuck me? Fuck you for not even giving me a chance to explain myself ( Read more... )

The original plan was for Gina to be back in NY and myself to be back in Vancouver tonight. However, it was unanimously decided -- by all, uh, two of us -- that our three day weekend away from it all should be extended to a four day weekend. And so it was. John was relatively understanding. I don't remember the excuse I gave him, but it must have ( Read more... )

So I'm a trendy motherfucker. What of it?