i could rant all day about how much i dislike christmas...but actually the rant is scheduled for a little later on in front of the press, so let's just say that i don't get it, i don't like it, and since it means soooooo much to everyone else that all they do is shove it down your throats for 3 months prior, i care even less...
halloween is and always will be the only true holiday on my calendar...which you all ba
stardize by dressing up like the "hottest" celebrities and giant foam bananas anyway (instead of trying to get kids to pee their pants and cry) so OF COURSE you love christmas! you're all homos! and don't you realize by now that ALL christmas songs have subliminal messages in them?? why do you think they play them in every single store from october-january? and why do you think you ended up spending $600 on a heated toilet seat cover for your great aunt, a robot puppy (that really poops) for that bastard child of your dry cleaning lady, an entire boudoir decorative pillow set for your boss's cousin, and a lamp that looks like a fishbowl...for yourself....and you only went into target to pick up laundry detergent?! and then guess what you forgot to get? the fucking laundry detergent!
well...now that that's out of my system...my point:
I'M MAKING A CHRISTMAS MOVIE!
::AND THERE WAS GREAT REJOICING::
oh, wait...did i mention it's a horror movie...that kills puppies and children?!
::AND THERE WAS...dead silence::
me and the very talented vince slaughter whipped up a deliciously awful script wi
thin hours that is so ingenious that it needs to be done justice. it was like once the concept was decided upon, it wrote itself. ITS GOT A MIND OF ITS OWN! so now onto the hard part...actually seeing it thru to production...locations, sets, props, costumes, make-up, equipment, a cast and crew...sigh...i'm not giving away any details, but if anyone is interested in being a part of it, let me know. after all is said and done- instant fame and fortune...GUARANTEED! let's get to work, people!
LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!
and YOU! Fetch me some coffee!
Why were we taking these pictures? Could it be that I briefly thought that disposable cameras were the best invention ever? Or maybe just as proof to our future selves that we were, in fact, awesome. My room was kind of like walking into a Spencer's gifts on an acid trip after it was just trampled by a few dinosaurs.
"Hi I'm Chris"
Nice hat!
Not only a glimpse of Chris in his "I know Kung Fu" outfit, BUT the amazing shocked/horrified face of a guy who's girlfriend just showed up at your house with a shaved head.
This is how 11 cokes look in the backseat of a Mercury Sable.
The infamous 11 cokes picture.
We were way too cool to go to prom like normal kids. I make my own fucking limo.
Quick, guys. Let me take awkward photos of you in front of the house before you go!
And at Chris' house too!
We are kind of adorable though...
Prom a couple years later too! Dyaaamn.
