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|Tuesday, January 16th, 2018|
|Culture, alienation, boredom and despair Certainly not Wade Barrett, piss off now.
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|Friday, October 9th, 2015|
Vol XVIII: and you feel like you're nothing and your cash won't keep you warm
Observing at The Latina Hot List event makes for certainly unique updates. Its a special type of man to watch his wife be photographed on a red carpet and know that you can't share it with her. or if you do, you're doing so from the side. Being in the building with Fifth Dimension, Fifth Highspot, SparkNote, whatever the It Girls of the evening are called these days barely helps. The two ticket bar doesn't hinder, but after the second ticket these drinks are made of annoyance and irritation.
That Cheetah Girl with the hips makes for interesting viewing, however if I'm not allowed or interesting enough for photo ops, then she's not either. I'm not allowed in the Gifting Suite. Is there a gifting suite? I'd settle for a bloody LootCrate with a sleep tee and a FUNKO Joffery Baratheon at this point. Wait. This isn't an HBO event, so with my luck I'd get Pitbull.
Hours later Roman's update still sods me off because he doesn't appreciate his upbringing or the people who put his ridiculous work over in the first place. When top men take the time to feature you as a star, best fucking act and work like one. Or be a complete git. Not my contract, not my problem. Its rude to be on my phone at this, so I'm transcribing from a completely shite napkin with what I think is "Velvet Teddy" lipstick on it. At least that's what I was told before my wife was whisked away for meet and greets with people I'll never know. That's a lie. Recognized this person who did hair for Nooni back in Philadelphia. If that last line makes no sense, you should have sodding watched "Dead Man Down". It was fucking brilliant.
Hang on. Ariane made the red carpet and I have to stay back here nursing a
fifthCiroc Grappe TM Martini? Who'd she ever beat? I'm noticing this culture is incredibly short in stature. And the chances of me siring a 6'6 goalkeeper is going slim to none. Not going to stop me from having a great jump later on because PRACTICE. I'm sure she'll return eventually for a selfie that's to stay on her phone and an understanding kiss on the chin. Its her night. I shall play the supportive spouse and hand out a good pasting in the sheets after it. Provided I'm not too far on the piss to perform.
Update: Fit to perform. Carried to a four star outing and calling it quits. I'll have that midfield yet. Sometime after Season Four of course.
Current Music: "Chain Reaction" Hurricane #1
|Wednesday, May 29th, 2013|
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered.
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.” A.A Milne
|Thursday, January 24th, 2013|