fuckyeahmichigan:

anthropophagous:

Say Yes to Michigan Campaign Postcard [via]

always.

4 days till mi.

theblackcat:

hotel room.

miss u.

(via spacelola)

miss u jim jims.

suitep:

Ready to take the plunge into late night, West coast.

love conan.

wtfzlol:

detroit is still the best.

michauxfochaux:

At Starbucks with saraliz.  Two very actressy looking gals come in and take a seat at the next table.  One of them is bordering on the most actressy gal I’ve ever seen.  I know she is an actress before she opens her mouth.  You can just tell.  And when she does finally open her mouth, actressy things tumble out of it, loudly and quickly.  I find this amusing, being here in a Starbies in Hollywood and having this very actressy girl talk about actressy things.  It’s a little like watching my dog lift his leg on a fire hydrant: he’s a cliche but he doesn’t think about that.  He just thinks about having a really good pee on the hydrant.

So I text Sara.  And she replies.  You can see that above.

And then we are laughing and trying to hide it.  And right after I send the bit about them smelling like patchouli, the really actressy one walks RIGHT over to me.  Direct approach.  I bury my face in my laptop because I know I’m about to get an earful.  She knows we are giggling at her.  Somehow she knows and she’s gonna let me have it.

“Oh my God!  I know you!  Where do I know you from!”

Turns out I had dinner with this gal once a couple months ago.  Once prompted, I remember because at the time, I spent a good portion of the night thinking about how actressy she was.

She hugs me.  Sara begins texting me “Omg” over and over again. I am trying not to laugh.

She tells me she’s rehearsing for Uncle Vanya.  I somehow manage not to laugh out loud when I hear that.  I tell her I’m writing a Subway commercial.  She begs me to cast her in it.  I tell her I have nothing whatsoever to do with the casting.  She asks me who the casting director is.  I tell her I don’t know.

Soon I go back to my commercial and she goes back to Chekhov.  Eventually she leaves.

The smell of patchouli lingers.  So do the giggles.

yes. this just happened. oh starbs…

also, i managed to miss feeling ANOTHER earthquake. wtf.

zombalia:

Married To The Sea: “The Champagne of Comics”