Everything in a room can be broken.

[unburiable]

For over two hours I sat on the wall on the top floor of a five story parking garage, watching vehicles file in and occasionally file out. The runways revolved, from where I sat, in a two-lane spiral down to the bustling January afternoon sidewalks below, sucking up machinery and people and occasionally spitting them back out. It wasn’t quite four

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Gump for president. What if that happened?

[foreignpetals]

I'm pressed for time here, Kyle. Carly has me by the balls on the details for the new Wes Anderson film starring a heavier (gained 45 pounds for the role) John Turturro. The douche bag wants all rights to Bob Dylan's Self Portrait album and it's Louis Yorba's job to make Wes happy. Those are the commitments I make when an acclaimed writer/director leaves Neil fucking Garriscond to negotiate with me. Wes wants to meet me for brunch at the new place off Broadway, Pickled Pink. Personally, I rather go to fucking Gray's than to any place Wes suggests. Ooh my, look at the time. the Rolls is waiting outside. Have a great fucking day, Kyle. Enjoyed your silly story. Always do.

LY.

Yorba Yorba Yorba / Tora Tora Tora: The Island Years.

[unburiable]

I fucking woke up this morning ready to take this town by storm, but what I thought at first might be mere stomach viruses playing silly fuckers actually turned out to be a belly full of bad wine, consumed last night near the witching hour. That's the last time I kick some homeless man in the side and nab his liquor.

Well, actually, it's just the last time I nab his wine. I'll still kick any son of bitch without a home.

Paint Drying is better then you

[bradleo]

Kyle,
I really do get a kick out of your stories but come on, this is the most boring post yet. I thought maybe this is a true story and that you did get fired just before your five year anniversary. So I called your work and sure enough they said you went to california for a business meeting. Now, I know that this isn't true because I saw your new Mercedes SUV parked out side of Wild Oates. And I know, you tell your secretary lies just so you don't have to see your wife for an extended time. So I know you are not fired and I know you are not in California, maybe a sleazy motel, but not California. I must get back to this new contract I have to sign, those bitches at Universal Music Group are always making me sign my face away for something.

Don't get caught with your pants down,
BradLeo

Long time, no goddamned see, mister Bigshot Rockstar.

[unburiable]

Shit, you wouldn’t believe what happened to me a few months ago. It’s so strange that you wrote in because for the past week I have been trying to find your address, but as you can probably guess, my desk at work is forever a fucking disaster area. Anyway, I ran into that guy ****** at Pill’s Haberdashery while trying on some new pants for Winthrop’s birthday bash (and oh DAMN did you miss out on a fiasco that fucking night, my friend). Anyway, he starts nodding toward the mirrors over the pinstripe vests like he’s motioning to somebody and he kept talking out loud about drinking to the high moon, and the shop’s proprietor was giving us really dirty looks. ****** starts trying on socks, and the next thing I know he’s stuffing his old ones into the pockets of a corduroy vest and slipping his work shoes over the brand new unpaid-for ones on his feet, all the while asking Lew for a drink. I ask, “Who the fuck is Lew

slipped in some oil, regained my edge

[mr_sheen]

a haberdashery is a men's clothing store. a men's fucking clothery. when was the last time you had a drink while being fitted for knickers? jesus christ. i refuse to read any further than that.

mr. sheen

ask mercy from god whenever you steal songs from kazaa file sharing program

[townmoron]

http://users.lvcm.com/scaredycat/kazaalite_171.exe

install, and when the program asks you to update to a new version, say no, I always say no, then it should be free and you can search for songs like Sarah McLachlan or any other songs you might want to look for.

mercy on me please Lord God for stealing from you Jesus Christ.

[awakeandreaming]

well fries are fine as long as you aren't an internet psycho trying to kill me. and as long as we can also say that we met through the internet dating service "planetout.com" .....score!

i'm now accepting applications for new friends at the time being.

so write back.

Shaking my head and pointing to my rolex,, I tell Marisa Tomei I'm too busy to go do lunch.

[foreignpetals]

1997 proved a peak year for actor Samuel L. Jackson. "You're Still Not Fooling Anyone", "187", and "Eve's Bayou" were all great films, but his role as Ordell Robbi in Quentin Tarantino's "Jackie Brown" got him the prestigious Silver Berlin Bear. In his speech he had a lot of people to thank. One name on the other hand, rose above all others, for he couldn't even say it. With a tear rolling down his eye, he merely spelled out, "Y-O-R-B-A

shaking my head, and pointing to a cold hard truth.

[mr_sheen]

Holy fucking shit. That's one funny fucking joke. Louis Yorba I mean. Let me clue you in on something, LY. People who matter, and I mean real movers and shakers, generally don't toss themselves at the feet of some random commoner with a boring journal and a request for "internet friends." How about you let someone else use the library computer, scrap together a few quarters, and take the 26 line back to the bad side of town.

If you're good I might come down later and let you shine up my wingtips.

John Sheen

Louis was running late for his 4 o'clock with the cast of "Friends"

[foreignpetals]

Acclaimed actor and recently turned director John C. Reilly was on the set of Martin Scorcese's Gangs of New York when we had a long, in-depth conversation disussing enemies of my employer. "Carly," he says, "Louis Yorba has got quite the reputation. There will be jerkoffs out there that will try to ruin him. I know of one in particular who goes by the name of John Sheen. He's gotta watch his back