Friday, July 15, 2005
Frifuckingdizzle
What a week!
Shit man. Seriously. After Tuesday, everything kind of went haywire for me. I ended up going out on Tuesday night and not coming home until about 3am. It was a night of many drinks, many friends, and even a round of the hilarious and frustrating board game Apples to Apples. I mean…Apples to Shmapples, cuz I did absolutely terrible at it. Of about 3 hours of game play, I only earned myself 2 points, one of which was given to me out of sympathy (thanks Adam!). But in any case, I had an awesome time and when Paul picked me up and brought me home, my good mood fizzled fast. Clearly I didn’t get into bed until 4am and the McDonald’s that I tried to shove down my gullet tasted like sawdust and worms. With special sauce of course.
I was bound and determined to go to work on Wednesday regardless of my crazy and irresponsible antics, but when I woke up at 6:30am, I was blessed to have a head splitting migraine. I stayed home and nursed it for most of the day, only crawling out of bed to take shits and sip softly on a cigarette. (sip softly…I’m turning into a regular Walt Whitman over here). Yesterday I felt much, MUCH better, but then I went over to my friend Angie’s and got myself all good and liquored up again. I mean, COME ON. What the F? Cut the mother fucking shit Joe. Or drink coffee and sit around and talk about beat poetry like all of the other boring assholes in the world.
On a side note, at lunch yesterday, Ari looks at me and goes “OMG. It’s Matt Dillon!” I immediately turned my head and came face to face with Mr. Hot Ass himself. I swear he half winked at me and I had a minor, although intense, freak out about the sighting. Seeing famous people in NYC is quite easy, but when it’s someone that you adore (AKA Matt Dillon), it makes it even more incredible.
Matt Dillon had curly hair when I saw him yesterday. Good for him, I guess.
I guess.
My brother, Winfield, comes home from Germany today! I’ve been waiting four years for this moment. I, honestly, can’t remember the last time I was so overwhelmed with excitement about something. I mean…my brother. My little (cept he’s bigger than me), hilarious, totally amazing brother is coming home!!! As you all should know, he’s been in the ARMY for the last four years, so when he said “Joe, I need you to get me a bag of pot when I come home”, I thought “WELCOME BACK to the human race!” We will drink lots of drinks, smoke lots of pot, and rib on my parents all weekend long. It will be the fucking best no matter how you look at it.
Lastly, my friend Kelly’s girlfriend (didja catch all that?) works for our local Fox network here in NYC. Next Wednesday they are shooting promotional spots for the upcoming year and guess who is going to be in them? That’s right! One Mr. Joe CuttheShit! Weather permitting, I have a call time of 8am and I’m so excited to see what it entails. And imagine if I actually end up on TV? Oh man, it will look so good on my resume too. Keep your fingers crossed. More than anything, I want this to happen. Ok not more than anything. More than anything I want a slice of pizza. But of course!
Alright…well I must go back to pretending like I care about my shit fuck of a day job. I hope that all of you out there have a great weekend. Or at least as good as I know mine will be. Have fun, laugh a lot, and maybe even cum all over yourself. To me, that is the ideal type of weekend.
PEACE.
What a week!
Shit man. Seriously. After Tuesday, everything kind of went haywire for me. I ended up going out on Tuesday night and not coming home until about 3am. It was a night of many drinks, many friends, and even a round of the hilarious and frustrating board game Apples to Apples. I mean…Apples to Shmapples, cuz I did absolutely terrible at it. Of about 3 hours of game play, I only earned myself 2 points, one of which was given to me out of sympathy (thanks Adam!). But in any case, I had an awesome time and when Paul picked me up and brought me home, my good mood fizzled fast. Clearly I didn’t get into bed until 4am and the McDonald’s that I tried to shove down my gullet tasted like sawdust and worms. With special sauce of course.
I was bound and determined to go to work on Wednesday regardless of my crazy and irresponsible antics, but when I woke up at 6:30am, I was blessed to have a head splitting migraine. I stayed home and nursed it for most of the day, only crawling out of bed to take shits and sip softly on a cigarette. (sip softly…I’m turning into a regular Walt Whitman over here). Yesterday I felt much, MUCH better, but then I went over to my friend Angie’s and got myself all good and liquored up again. I mean, COME ON. What the F? Cut the mother fucking shit Joe. Or drink coffee and sit around and talk about beat poetry like all of the other boring assholes in the world.
On a side note, at lunch yesterday, Ari looks at me and goes “OMG. It’s Matt Dillon!” I immediately turned my head and came face to face with Mr. Hot Ass himself. I swear he half winked at me and I had a minor, although intense, freak out about the sighting. Seeing famous people in NYC is quite easy, but when it’s someone that you adore (AKA Matt Dillon), it makes it even more incredible.
Matt Dillon had curly hair when I saw him yesterday. Good for him, I guess.
I guess.
My brother, Winfield, comes home from Germany today! I’ve been waiting four years for this moment. I, honestly, can’t remember the last time I was so overwhelmed with excitement about something. I mean…my brother. My little (cept he’s bigger than me), hilarious, totally amazing brother is coming home!!! As you all should know, he’s been in the ARMY for the last four years, so when he said “Joe, I need you to get me a bag of pot when I come home”, I thought “WELCOME BACK to the human race!” We will drink lots of drinks, smoke lots of pot, and rib on my parents all weekend long. It will be the fucking best no matter how you look at it.
Lastly, my friend Kelly’s girlfriend (didja catch all that?) works for our local Fox network here in NYC. Next Wednesday they are shooting promotional spots for the upcoming year and guess who is going to be in them? That’s right! One Mr. Joe CuttheShit! Weather permitting, I have a call time of 8am and I’m so excited to see what it entails. And imagine if I actually end up on TV? Oh man, it will look so good on my resume too. Keep your fingers crossed. More than anything, I want this to happen. Ok not more than anything. More than anything I want a slice of pizza. But of course!
Alright…well I must go back to pretending like I care about my shit fuck of a day job. I hope that all of you out there have a great weekend. Or at least as good as I know mine will be. Have fun, laugh a lot, and maybe even cum all over yourself. To me, that is the ideal type of weekend.
PEACE.
