It’s pretty cool when a fairly reputable music blog posts an open call for contributor applicants, tells you they really like the samples you sent in and that they are excited to bring you on board, sends you all the posting requirements and instructions, asks you to pitch some ideas and then NEVER RESPONDS TO YOU EVER AGAIN.
So, that was a super fun hobby for never.
The 15 year old me just went hunting my neighborhood for James Spader. Unfortunately, all I found was a film services dude holding a giant bag of potato chips.
Megan Boone eye flirted with Lou this morning though.
These are the times I remember that my dopey starstruck ass is definitely not a New Yorker.
You couldn’t pay me to go to a high school reunion. I didn’t hate high school, but I hated most of the people I knew. If I didn’t hate you, I was pretty much indifferent about you. There were about 3 people I genuinely liked, and I’m totally fine with never seeing them again.
I guess that’s what happens when your family is on food stamps and you go to a school that is literally on the beach with a bunch of rich assholes.
I was exactly like Andie Walsh minus the ginger hair, cute boys, dope car and ability to sew.