If this don't get refuted, someone's catching a body bag...
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The day we’ve all dreaded has come, tubers.
With actual tears in my eyes, I must tell you that I’ve heard from several solid sources that the CW has decided not to bring Veronica Mars back for a fourth season.
Though official word has not yet come down from the network, I did hear from creator Rob Thomas earlier this week, who told me things weren’t looking good: “I’ve never been less certain of our fate. I’m afraid I’ve gone from cautiously optimistic to something less than that.”
More on this later. I’m just too distraught to write more right now.
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To everybody watching American Idol and Bootleg Dr. Cox--thanks a whole fucking bunch. You've done Osama proud. I'm going drinking.
Get Back Ludacris
Showing posts with label everything is fucked/everybody sucks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label everything is fucked/everybody sucks. Show all posts
3/15/07
2/28/07
This Is Not A Life, Because Lives Are Meant To Be Lived
So, after those two excellent interviews, I got rejected. Shocking, I know. It was a good way to augment a day where I sold my portable DVD player for $30, filled out unemployment, and am going to have to hope a mere $50 can keep my mom at bay until either the government checks or the tax refund (assuming I find a way to pay for it) check come in.
Oh, and I haven't had a date in almost a year.
Where is this glorious future I keep hearing about that's been absent since last fucking year? Anybody?
Fell On Black Days Soundgarden
Oh, and I haven't had a date in almost a year.
Where is this glorious future I keep hearing about that's been absent since last fucking year? Anybody?
Fell On Black Days Soundgarden
1/26/07
UGH.
Friday Barometer?
My cold just ejaculated so hard I don't know where the snot ends and the tears
in my bleary eyes begin.
The perfect job went to somebody else. Yup, again.
The creditors won't stop calling.
Pretty soon I'll be behind in the rent, too.
I'm behind on writing, so at least it'll match.
I've got one good thing in my life and it's not for two weeks.
Posts format weirdly now.
Yeah, here's your f'n Barometer (and the video went down!
WATFO?!):
My cold just ejaculated so hard I don't know where the snot ends and the tears
in my bleary eyes begin.
The perfect job went to somebody else. Yup, again.
The creditors won't stop calling.
Pretty soon I'll be behind in the rent, too.
I'm behind on writing, so at least it'll match.
I've got one good thing in my life and it's not for two weeks.
Posts format weirdly now.
Yeah, here's your f'n Barometer (and the video went down!
WATFO?!):
1/14/07
3 Picks. Pats/Colts AGAIN. Fuck you, Jesus.
"They beat me. They're that good right now. They're that hot. I just tip my hat and call the Patriots my daddy."
Comedown Bush
1/8/07
AbGDFab
FUCK. Originally this was going to be a post on how my modem died right when I was making my best run at poker online ever against the most opponents, thus causing me to get blinded off and lose all my money I had earned in the previous 90 minutes. But I pressed the wrong button on the phone and it ate the original post. Of COURSE it did. New Year. Same fucking life.
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