I'm so fucking fried. And I hate Nancy Grace.
I've now worked 28 hours in the last two days and I am no longer able to think clearly. Last night was our fancy black-tie fundraiser. I worked from 9am-12am, and it sucked a donkey's dick with Heinz tomato ketchup (catsup?). After the concert, my co-workers went upstairs and "partied-till-they-dropped". I, on the other hand, sat in the office and caught up on ken-jennings.com.

I've been here since 9am and I'll be here till 9pm today. I'm so tired my face hurts. The one consolation being that I used petty cash to order pizza for everyone here in the box office since we got slammed so hard today. Scalini's Pizza on Abrahms is absolutely the best fucking pizza on earth. It's so delicious you'd snort cocaine off of James Frey's cock for it.


If you know me (and if you're reading this, you do), you know how much I despise that vile cunt Nancy Grace. As it turns out, everyone's favorite "master of american prose who just can't seem to quite get plot lines tightened up even after thirty years of being a professional writer", Stephen King hates her as much as I do. If you don't regularly read his columns for Entertainment Weekly, you really should. I, for one, love the man and everything about him. Book snobs who don't like him are just jealous that they can't develop characters as well as he does. (He really should work on the plots, though. I mean, the TommyKnockers are aliens? I read 11,000 pages for that? What a god-damn let down.)
- posted by Mason @ 7:24 PM