A cool thing you guys may not know about me (if you believe there’s stuff you may NOT know about me) is that i turn everything i touch (i really want to write fuck, but it’s so inappropriate - and also, not entirely true. only true for three people in dis life and two people i’m about to talk about - so, touch… with my lips (there are eight of you)) into famous (well, to some degree… at least momentarily).
Par example:
My first boyfriend was an actor and for the entire year and a half I was with that man, loving him up, he was bartending and auditioning and generally broke as a joke. One day he shoots a pilot (The only audition I ever helped him prepare for bytheway. I’m such a doll/gem), a few weeks later, he destroys my life breaks up with me, a few weeks after that the pilot gets picked up, he moves to LA… and he’s a secondary star on a hit tv show for three fuckin years.
The dude I dated briefly between my first ex boyfriend and my second ex boyfriend was an aspiring writer-director. Dude “breaks up” (We weren’t really a thing. Yes, obviously, I was very much operating under the assumption that we were a thing but, objectively speaking, we were definitely not a thing) with me via text, saying he “can see [me] getting attached and it will only hurt [me].” (Smart guy. Astute!) Maybe six months later, I’m reading about this guy’s film in Variety and my friends are going to see it at the IFC center.
And now THIS.
That is my ex boyfriend’s new tee shirt line. He also just wrote and directed a film. He ALSO turned into a babe. So, somewhere between THE BREAKUP and THE THIS, a lot of things happened for him. Clearly he’s been doing a lot of things in the way of moving on and up and living his life, which is great and should be celebrated.
So, buy some tee shirts (My faves are The Worker and The Seekers.) Celebrate the impending relevance; Get in on it before everyone else is. They’ll turn you into a model and tennis player… or just look cute on ya.
This has been a sincere post. I’m sorry.
