Jun 23, 2004 00:57
i've shaved my head. that's right. i might as well star in 28 days later.
my dad took renee and i out to dinner tonight and told me stories that made me laugh.
thom: i hope madonna dies.
dad: never say something like that!!
thom: why? it's true.
dad: well, every time i've told someone i hope they die, they do. i make it happen.
thom: cool dad.
dad: i'm serious. once, your brother was working on a car at his great aunt's house and she got tired of it being there, so she called and had it towed and he came home from work and it was gone and he'd spent so much money on it. then when i came down there i called her a horrible old bitch and that i hope she dies a horrible death. and then she did.
thom: (this is where renee and i laugh so hard that we pee.)
dad: yeah. she got cancer and died six weeks later, because i said that. it's my fault.
thom: it's not your fault. you didn't kill her. the cancer did.
dad: nope. it's because i said that.
thom: i still hope madonna dies.
so. i'm smitten with scarlett johansen. and i always have been, but especially after seeing lost in translation last night, finally. dear god, it's me, thom. i just wanted to tell you that renee is my favorite narcoleptic ever. amen.