I snagged this picture off the website for the photographer at my cousin Fallon’s wedding. Do not tell. And in exchange for your silence, I’ll let you help me decide which direction I should take the tele/screenplay that I’m developing based on said photo. Your choices are below. Choose wisely. The future of American culture is in your hands.
Photo courtesy of The Daily Beast
It seems to me that more and more frequently, my well-intentioned gchats with one Audrey Marks veer off into a realm of absurdity that most sane people should really stay away from. Fortunately, we’re neither sane, nor do we think that any of the things listed below are absurd or ridiculous. Just as we believe our future band Oh, Hey Girl, which only performs cover songs of famous cover songs, will be extremely lucrative and one day lead to an E! True Hollywood Story two-part special. (You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.)
Today’s object of conversation, Joe Kennedy III and a meteoric rise to the White House for a new, modern version of Camelot. I cast myself as first lady, obviously. And, go.
Filed under The Crazy People I Call My Own
And here I was thinking that I was only going to be 28 on my next birthday. Apparently I need to flip that number and make it 82!
So I get home last night from a tough, rainy day in the city to find this on the kitchen table, along with my mom laughing because she knew I was going to throw a fit when I found it. I knew working in Manhattan had aged me, but not this much!
Filed under WORST Things Ever
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