i’ve done enough free-advertising the world over so why stop now? i mean, i don’t want to make any money on the web from my face ever, from my anything. maybe in tv for acting or in le magazines, my magazines, but on the webs, i give it away for free.
i love advertising.
it’s so effective.
yet,
i loathe it. look what it’s doing to chillens. look at me for crying out loud.
i weaved my own web and now i am smack in the middle of it.
if i just fuckin’ stuck to my little pony and astroboy, i’d be awesome.
if i never picked up a cosmopolitan fagazine or even the canadian print equivalent, i would never have made myself into the stud i use to be.
don’t read the small town slut article, i wrote it when i was living in nyc abuot the crap i did when i was 16, and i embellished the hell out of it.
really i was a neurotic piece of shit when i went to bars and still am so, but now i just don’t drink in them, i sing songs in them and shake my head at the youth of today and girls get all slutty and turned on by me and my hostility and i am like stop it, stop loving a girl who is acting like a male chauvinist pig, fucking stop it.
i am only like a male chauvinist pig when i am near these “blonds have more fun” types.
whoever made up that statement should be seriously yelled at.
blonds may have more fun, but it’s the kind of fun that makes them sad and angry at themselves for having to have blond hari ‘cos bastard men tell them to.
