Virus

Now that Entourage's over I feel... empty. And they had to end it with a beautiful shot of Mrs. Gold in red  swimwear bending over to kiss Ari. They had to do that, didn't they? Bastards.
I still have Cheers. I'll restart watching it now that Sam and Diane are a serious couple. Romance is interesting. And Norm. He's a funny fat guy. We always need a funny fat guy.
Seinfeld. I can never get enough of it. You seen my twitter DP? It's a tribute. I'll have it framed and hang it in my living room beside a Van Gogh. Yes I plan to buy a Van Gogh one of these days. I love French Impressionism. I love everything French. The women, the wine, the films, the music, the language, the fuckin' Eiffel Tower. Wonderful country. Yeah, so, a Van Gogh when I have a living room. And a fat salary. And a thin wife who doesn't give shit about stuff hanging on our living room wall.
I happened to watch The Game. Intense, thrilling, very well acted. I wish Van Orton had never survived that fall. I wanted him to go his father's way which would have been intensely depressing. That would have cost the studio the profits, but oh, what an ending that would be.
I do not feel like drinking. Have you ever felt that way? You know a month ago all you wanted to be in your life was successful and drunk like a fuck but a finger snap later all you want is for Entourage not to end and a fat pay check. No more beer. No more cheap rum and coke. No more VAT 69. Ever feel that way? God that sucks. The day beer comes second on your list, The Game of your life starts.
I still love beer, but it's the craving, I've lost it. Or probably it's hidden beneath my bed. I'm looking for it.
You say good things about Jeff Bridges, Freddie Mercury, Batman and Clint Eastwood I'll love you. I'll really really love you. You don't have to agree with me that beer is better than sex. I don't really care about things like that. But if you agree that Jeff Bridges can act the fuck of out anything, Freddie Mercury can sing the fuck out of anything, Batman can beat the fuck out of anyone and Clint Eastwood can direct himself the fuck out of anything, you'll forever be loved and respected. I mean it. Okay?
I shall be moving on. I got a new job and I shall be putting down my papers at my present company. I loved the first two years here, you know, your first job and pubs and beer and zero responsibilities, but now it's started to get on my nerves. Also I need that Van Gogh. I need a better pay check, alright. I'll shall move on.
I popped open a bottle of Corona by beating it against my wardrobe. I wish someone was here to notice it given the attention whore that I am.
My tummy is growing like Saphira (Eragon's dragon, been reading that book since ages, got to finish it). It just is not retreating. I've never had a tummy my entire life. But now my mom's worried about it. I would have shown you folks a pic, but I know my internet etiquette, alright. And also I don't want you to call me a fat funny guy.
Life's good. There's freedom. There are friends. There are people I want to care about, for a change. There are people that care about me. And there's enough money to buy me fancy beers. But still not enough to buy me that goddamn Van Gogh.


Here's a French atmospheric band called Alcest. I love them. You will too.