About this blahag

I wrote all that is below this line over a year ago. I should probably delete it, but I don’t want to. It’s funny to see how unhinged I was in May of 2008. I’m still unhinged now of course, but in a totally different way! But isn’t that what life is? Growing and changing into different stages of unhingedness?!?! Yes, I think it is.

Currently I live in NYC with my Dad, in a one-bedroom apartment. It’s sort of like reality TV, but without the fabulous-ness. He is nice to let me live with him though. Cheers to that.

I am an actor. I baby-sit. That’s what this blog is about. Rad, man.

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This is a blog about many things. It’s a blog about my life, my friends, my friends lives, my thoughts on love and finding love and growing up as part of the Giga pet generation and whether or not we should all call it a day already and pull a collective Chris McCandless-ya know, “sappy” stuff. It’s also a blog that covers topics such as Suri Cruise’s bangin’ fashion sense, the tranniness that is Ashley Olsen, the pleasures of naked robo dancing in ones bedroom and my very unhealthy attraction to Michelle Obama…stuff otherwise known as “fluff.”
So, this is a sappy fluffy blog. That means if you try to eat it, it will melt in your mouth like cotton candy!

Okay, so, apparently, blogs are supposed to be “focused” in nature if they are to be successful. That’s the word on the bloggy blog street. And while I’m sorry to be the one to break the news, my generation isn’t really keen on “focusing.” And I think all people, for the most part, have a myriad of different things going on in their heads at once; that’s the beauty of being human, eh? So I hope this blog reflects that. Sometimes we’re serious, sometimes we’re silly, sometimes we’re upset; mostly we’re just confused. If I come across as schizophrenic, it’s because I am.

A little bit more about me below.

(And no, I am NOT narcissistic because I write constantly about myself and my thoughts and me, me, me. I’m simply being reflective.)

Some interests:

-The word “malarky.”
-My girlfriends. I’m not biased in saying I have the funniest, smartiest and most beautiful group of friends in the whole wide world. I am a very lucky duck who gets to float daily on a pond full of saucy, insane and loyal women. (Hmm, I only have now realized I actually just typed the word “smartiest.” I think I’m going to leave it.)
-David Brooks ya hurd.
-Dropping and breaking my cell-phone.
-Having absolutely no idea what I’m doing when it comes to men. “Having absolutely no idea what I’m doing when it comes to men” includes such offshoots as: “knowing how to woo them”, “what to say to them in bars,” “what to say to get them to date you” and that really timeless one, “knowing which types I’m actually even attracted to so that I don’t keep on shooting myself in the foot.”
-Eddie Izzard, fo sho.
-Michael Cera. He can run, but he can’t hide.
-Jason Segal. (Oh, who am I kidding, I totally would do Rogan too.)
-books, movies, newspapers, food, music blah blah blah who DOESN’T like these things?
-alternately feeling really, really happy and excited about my future and the fact that I’m alive and educated and not poor and very blessed and countless other good and tasty things that should leave a person no room to ever feel worried about anything….followed by brief spells of sheer and utter terror about that fact that I often feel directionless, wasteful and immature-among many other tranny emo downer things. But it’s a fun pendulum to swing on!

Things I don’t like:

-I’ll keep it simple. And I don’t want to mean. But Tyra Banks TERRIFIES me. She scares me to f-in death. I’m talking nightmares people. I just don’t….get it, her, whatever the big deal is. I wish I could watch America’s Next Top Model. I really do. But her derangedness just seeps out from the TV when ever the camera is on her and it makes me feel like I need to wet my pants. Tyra’s insanity should somehow be incorporated into our National Defense strategy. Get that woman a meeting with Robert Gates, stat!

Bitch would take Osama in three seconds flat.