they say you shouldn’t eat right before you sleep because it’ll give you fucked up dreams.

well, based on my experience this past weekend, it turns out watching fear and loathing in las vegas right before going to bed will also do the trick.

not like waking up next morning all “ooh that was fucked up dream!”
we’re talking TERROR.

I’ve been behind on my bravo programming lately, mainly because other than project runway and inside the actors studio I’m not particularly interested in anything else on the network.

then I saw an ad for some new show called shear genius. it’s a competition-based reality show that’s probably by the creators of project runway.

I dunno. I wasn’t crazy about top chef, I didn’t bother watching top design, and I probably won’t watch this show either.

but tell me this: how can the elimination one-liner be anything other than “you’re cut”?

saw 300 tonight. wasn’t something I had planned to see, and tonight was no exception. my old college buddy dan and I were gonna go see some improv but it was sold out so we ended up at the closest movie theater.

lots of pecs with makeup and toothy monologues. eh.

my mom, who lives in japan, just wrote me and was like, “there’s this american show on tv here I really like, it’s got fashion designers who compete each week and the weakest ones are eliminated…” and I’m like “holy shit mom that’s project runway!”

so yeah. I’m not adopted afterall.