Bold statement + I’m just sayin’ ruins everything.
As does It is what it is.
I’d prefer Bold statement + faggot to the aforementioned.
A special request for when I leave this earth: please don’t memorialize me via custom car decal on the rear windshield of your car.
Today on Sunset and Vine, the Kia in front of me memorialized Tay-Tay (1981-2009), not with a decal, but scratched into the paint. There’s something more custom about keying your own car which I can appreciate.
Thumbing through my LA Gay and Lezzie Film festival guide, I was forlorn to see a too-attractive wasp sitting at a typewriter wearing a white tee and Buddy Holly glasses with the word “HOWL” next to it and, moreover, the name “James Franco” under that. I say Goddamn! Put a hot guy in anything and gays will eat it up. Shit. Ginsberg wasn’t a hot Aryan, he was a handsome Jew. James Franco is a mere showpiece, a tart. Where’s Jeff Goldblum when you need him?