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I was an extra in a movie yesterday. It was not very fun but I think you should be able to see me in some scenes when it comes out. I was supposed to go today too but I decided my other obligations, like an interview for a consistent job and paying my rent, were a little more important
The interview was a preliminary screening and I passed or whatever so they're trying to set up an interview for early next week. Saweeet.
This song still makes me cry every time I hear it:
I love it so.
There's also this version, which is weird:
I like weird things though.
I know I've mentioned my magazine project before on here. Well, I posted a thread in the lounge about this and got a great response so I figured I'd post it here as well:
Last night Panda_Eyes and I had a pretty fun time doing something that could be described as a) harassing the po-lice; b) stickin it to the man; or c) verbally, drunkenly crusading for justice. This group of very obviously trashed brodudes and one of their girlfriends were about to get in their vehicle. The cops stopped them. At first it seemed that they were arguing a bit. Then it seemed to get friendly. They talked for about a half an hour. WITH THEIR LIGHTS FLASHING INTO OUR WINDOWS THE WHOLE TIME AT 3AM. All these kids were waaaasted! The girl was so drunk she kept teetering back and forth the whole time. And yet their conversation with the cops was literally this little brodown complete with laughing and shoulder slapping and hand shaking and gee-shucks-I-shouldn't have-ing. I believe I yelled out the window "If he wasn't wearing khaki shorts and flip flops and a shirt with the collar popped you'd be arresting him right now!" You know they were a little browner or a little dirtier or maybe one of them had a mohawk.... Ugh. Gross.
Making declarations out of our window is my new favorite pastime.
Oh, and who will I be seeing at Hell City next weekend?
If ya want, I'll send yinz my number.
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