Monthly Archives: April 2010

Me: (into phone) Hey mum. What are you doing? Mum: Booking a flight to England. My life insurance pays for emergency international flights. Me: Wait. What? Are you planning on dying? Mum: Yes. I’m dying to marry Jimmy Page. Me: … Continue reading →

Surprisingly enough, I hate live music. So it’s safe to say that you will never catch me at a hot, over-crowded venue such as Coachella. It’s even safer to say that the only time you’ll pretty much ever catch me … Continue reading →

‘If you got a cold, you gotta have tea. If you have tea with a cold, you gotta have whisky in it. Whisky does the soothin.’ She’s a stoner with a pixie cut, and very mature for twenty-three. I love … Continue reading →

Me: (into phone) Hey mom, how is your trip going? Mum: I hate this place so much. I could, you know, eat a bullet or something.

Don’t want it. Don’t want it. Don’t want it. I can’t have it. Want it. Need it. Get it. Don’t want it.

And just like that, my agent calls me and says, ‘You got it. You start filming in two weeks. I negotiated second billing and your name on the poster.’ Then I call my mom who says, ‘Wait, isn’t this that … Continue reading →

I’ve outgrown my shell, the way we tend to, and so I went in search of the perfect new home. I found it. Right in the hills of Echo Park—two blocks away from FIX.  It’s a secret spot with secret … Continue reading →