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October 24, 2004
Flaccid professionals
Parties make me want to walk into traffic.
-Where do you work?
-VH1.
-What do you do there?
-Write.
-Oh, for what show?
-It's a show about bad songs.
-Do you know anyone who works on "Best Week Ever?"
-Yes.
-Do you know [name I've never heard]?
-No. I don't talk to people too much.
-I love "Best Week Ever."
-Yeah. It seems to be the hip show.
-I don't watch much TV, actually. I primarily read the New Yorker and erotica about John Kerry making love to dolphins.
-Yeah, nobody watches much TV. You do realize I am going to go home and immediately post a partially-fictionalized transcript of this conversation to my website, right?
-That's fine with me.
-It will make you look really stupid and me appear to be the only decent person in the world.
-Yeah, cool. Anyway, I went to a gallery blah blah blah photographs blah blah blah dollhouse blah blah blah.
WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT ANYTHING INTERESTING?
Posted by tony at October 24, 2004 03:00 AM
Comments
dude what badness
Posted by: snarl at October 25, 2004 01:24 PM
i love reading this, and since you already know you're great, i don't need to tell you, right? sure.
love,
creepy internet reader
Posted by: katey at November 2, 2004 01:56 PM
