Mondays are really depressing, so much so that I am writing about them on Wednesday.
Every week begins with one of two notions, a) I Am going to change the world, or, b) The world is going to destroy me and all that I love... I wish the week would start off quiet and sweet like, the world is gonna buy me a coke this time.
I wonder if I am at a crossroads in my career(or life). I love this Jokee joke thing, I do... But it is soo hard and soo full of disappointment. Kinda like a whore blowing a tied off speed addicts penis...No?
So I trudge forward to call indifferent people and bask in their indifference.
So world what should I do?
I ask, should I go against everything I was raised to believe is important, and just blindly sell myself like I am the greatest talent on earth, or should I wait until I am the greatest talent on earth?
HMMM... I hate this external monologue in blog form. It's so freakin self indulgent. It's like that crappy writing on Sex in the city, its imitating the fake form of communication used as an example in popular media for human interaction. Nobody talks this way! Nobody chit chats like TV anchors, nobody is as excited about shit as the correspondents on Entertainment Tonight, nobody would ask people such lowball questions as Barbara Walters.. We just accept this crap. A realistic question to ask somebody is What the fuck? - That would always get a realistic answer. George Bush, what the fuck? Cher, i been meaning to ask you, What the Fuck? Head of production for FoX motion picture I understand you spent 100 million to make Garfield the move...What the fuck?
Alright where was I , or that's right rambling on about nothin in particular.
I heard some gossip today that Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt are breaking up. I tried to care, I imagined myself in bed with her, but it kept dissolving into some friends like farce. Sitcoms took away my ability to have really sexy fantasies. Now they start off sexy, but then we hit heads together, or we can't find a prophylactic or Joey keeps walkin in.
OK, here's what I am gonna do. I'm gonna call three people I am afraid to call, about my career and see if they can help me. What's the worst that could happen? Uhm.. They could very well kill everyone I love and care about(read: me).
I am an action star!, a slightly out of shape, mildly winded, scared of bees, dislike bright sunlight or hard work, unfocused, and really not into helping others ...Action star! Come see me in my new summer blockbuster "The problem that I took credit for solving" It was a disaster film about a horrible weather front that just missed a populated area, and everything just kinda worked itself out.
Speaking of which, I need to shoot my short film Idea, its a short animated film about 2 minutes long based on one of my best jokes...Which one you ask? And I reply, What the fuck?
Every week begins with one of two notions, a) I Am going to change the world, or, b) The world is going to destroy me and all that I love... I wish the week would start off quiet and sweet like, the world is gonna buy me a coke this time.
I wonder if I am at a crossroads in my career(or life). I love this Jokee joke thing, I do... But it is soo hard and soo full of disappointment. Kinda like a whore blowing a tied off speed addicts penis...No?
So I trudge forward to call indifferent people and bask in their indifference.
So world what should I do?
I ask, should I go against everything I was raised to believe is important, and just blindly sell myself like I am the greatest talent on earth, or should I wait until I am the greatest talent on earth?
HMMM... I hate this external monologue in blog form. It's so freakin self indulgent. It's like that crappy writing on Sex in the city, its imitating the fake form of communication used as an example in popular media for human interaction. Nobody talks this way! Nobody chit chats like TV anchors, nobody is as excited about shit as the correspondents on Entertainment Tonight, nobody would ask people such lowball questions as Barbara Walters.. We just accept this crap. A realistic question to ask somebody is What the fuck? - That would always get a realistic answer. George Bush, what the fuck? Cher, i been meaning to ask you, What the Fuck? Head of production for FoX motion picture I understand you spent 100 million to make Garfield the move...What the fuck?
Alright where was I , or that's right rambling on about nothin in particular.
I heard some gossip today that Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt are breaking up. I tried to care, I imagined myself in bed with her, but it kept dissolving into some friends like farce. Sitcoms took away my ability to have really sexy fantasies. Now they start off sexy, but then we hit heads together, or we can't find a prophylactic or Joey keeps walkin in.
OK, here's what I am gonna do. I'm gonna call three people I am afraid to call, about my career and see if they can help me. What's the worst that could happen? Uhm.. They could very well kill everyone I love and care about(read: me).
I am an action star!, a slightly out of shape, mildly winded, scared of bees, dislike bright sunlight or hard work, unfocused, and really not into helping others ...Action star! Come see me in my new summer blockbuster "The problem that I took credit for solving" It was a disaster film about a horrible weather front that just missed a populated area, and everything just kinda worked itself out.
Speaking of which, I need to shoot my short film Idea, its a short animated film about 2 minutes long based on one of my best jokes...Which one you ask? And I reply, What the fuck?
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