tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk

[thehefner]

I am doubly-bleary from a nasty cold as well as a long-ass drive back and forth to Pittsburgh, which really is a long frickin' drive, man, to hang out with a delightful and pretty girl, photograph graffiti, and watch Looney Tunes. So rather than espouse about the brilliance of my old college's production of Death of a Salesman, the dubiousness of getting smashed and then riding back home with my mother, or any of that, for now I shall simply say:

I want to thank the Academy for awarding me with this vicarious Oscar. You vicariously like me, you really, really vicariously like me! I didn't actually watch the show (ha, I almost wrote "ceremony", that's a laugh) because I could really give a thrupenny fuck for the whole thing, but at least they were smart enough to recognize my vicarious work after all this time.

Now, as per Oscar rules and regulations, I must immediately vicariously do a string of stupid action films. Mission: Impossible III, here I vicariously come!

(I promise this will be the last time I use the word "vicarious." Unless of course Fall Out Boy gets nominated for a Grammy. Or the actor who played Dim in A Clockwork Orange is up for knighthood.)

Comments

[bimmin.livejournal.com]

I vicariously salute you with a side of vicarious congrats. *^_^* Hmmm...Pittsburgh, a pretty girl, graffiti, Looney Tunes, smashed and to top it off: you.

Wow! Your entries have everything! >_<;;

PS. Icon love... <3

[karmaflouge.livejournal.com]

you said: prologued squawk.

i saw: prolonged squawk.


iiiit's....Chenoa the coffe-zombie!

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Aaaaand edited. Thankee. I hide my still-sleep-deprived head in shame.

At least I had managed to not write "squawk" as "squak" as I almost did

[karmaflouge.livejournal.com]

hehe. prolonged squawk. oh baby oh baby...