At work. Looking out the window. It's only 7:30...but it's getting dark
WTF?
Summer, I hardly knew ya.
Things are changing, seasons. Football is back. Brett's a Jet. How about calling him Jett Favre. That's mine, you can't use it.
Oh TV, too. House should be on soon.
Entourage returned last night. Oh that Turtle! He’s such a scamp…
Still, sometimes…that show strikes me as creepy, what with that show glamorizing all those worthless Hollywood people.
It just reminds me of a story a friend told me recently. And by friend, I mean a special friend. Anyway, pretty gal, the type that make men act a little silly. Anyway, she happened to date this one Hollywood type: some blue eyed, sensitive, douchenozzle Hollywood type. Had the whole Italian, slicked hair thing going on. Oh, they met back in NY before douchie McNozzle struck it, ahem, “big.” Apparently, the guy is a triple threat: producer, singer, director. Hell, he maybe even writes, I don’t know. Let's call it a quadruple threat.
Good times. Oh wait, quintuple threat, maybe he was an actor too, because the guy was apparently very smooth and duplicitous (that reminds me, get the comfortable liar by chevelle clip for the blog).
Anyway, my special little buddy momentarily fell under the seductive hypnotic gaze from the dude. She was charmed by his lilting voice and lovely emotions. You know, the weight of the world (good album, BTW) being so much to bear, so much cruelty, only you in my life can make things right. blah blah blah. Poetry and crying, I guess. Eventually, my special little friend moved on, deciding that it would be fun to date men again.
But get this, dude managed to get himself married recently. I’m sure it was a lovely wedding. Of course, you know the type, he even made his own vanity “Look at me! I am creative and romantic and therefore special” vanity wedding-video. He’s in the biz, you know. Least he could do to show how much of special snowflake he is and, I guess, what a precious snowflake his wife is too. Really, it's all about them showing off. Some egos just need to be stroked, oh he's so creative. Whatever, I suppose it’s like getting the employee discount for family members in any other job: you marry a Hollywood type, you get a free commemorative movie. And, this being hollywood, maybe free breadsticks when you visit the restaurant where they wait tables. So, yay, a free, poorly-produced movie that people are now going to be forced to watch. I just hope there's an open bar.
It’s just too bad that he is still calling my special friend trying to get back together. I guess that is one way to calm the pre-wedding jitters, asking to get back together with an old flame. Personally, I think I was planning on drinking. So, yeah, what kind of threat is that? Octuple threat? Actor, Producer, Writer, Singer, Dancer, Director, Stalker, Lying Scumbag.
Hollywood.
Geeez. Some people are so two-faced.
I mean think about it. This guy proposes to a girl and is still chasing tail. The guy probably used all sorts of emotionally touching phrases and gestures. It's his repertoire, you know? I've personally seen shit like that in action. A romantic dinner is just another performance. Smaller stage, but it's still a stage.
The guy even made a vanity video, it's what he does, here is an expression of my creativity directed towards you, sugar (but it's really about me). "Oh, by the way, that girl I dated a couple of years ago, the one that broke up with me? Yeah, I can't stop thinking of her, would leave you for her in a second." What? That tidbit didn't make it into the video? Dude, you sold out, going for the market-tested, derivative ending, man! I guess we'll just have to wait the director's commentary on the dvd.
But you know, seasons change, people don't change. Or maybe they do. Maybe this guy's behavior is the result of the type of low self-esteem, high maintenance people that go into the "hey, look at me type," of work. I dunno, ignorance is bliss though. I'm just saying is all...