not enough magic
well jesus is magic did not happen last night. the 10:50 showing was a missprint. i'm going to go tonight at 7:35 instead.
my girlfriend did this interview thing in her blog and i'm a big copycat, so...
what's with the hat? you think you're some kind of cabbie?
don't you think you should be asking me about my upcoming movie?
you have a movie coming out?
don't piss me off!
i'm going to see a movie later today.
in that hat?
well, my hair looks like doo doo.
what's wrong with it?
it has doo doo in it. no! just kidding, it's getting too long.
maybe you should get a haircut.
no shizzle, shizzerlizzock!
don't talk to me like that.
who do you think you are?
i'm you interviewing yourself.
oh, i've heard this one before.
let's get back to your hair. are you going to cut it soon?
yeah, wednesday i have an appointment at the grateful head.
that sounds cool.
yeah, i'm a cool person.
ok...you mentioned your girlfriend...
no, that was before the interview. how do you know about her?
i told you. i AM you.
this is getting ridiculous. how do you expect an interview with myself to turn out interesting at all?
well, it won't if you keep asking the questions when I'M the interviewer.
yeah, she lives in new york and she teaches language arts to horny middle schoolers in harlem.
why are they horny?
biological urges? peer pressure? the media? the government? ILLUMINATI!
whoah! where did that come from?
you know it's true.
you have some issues with authority?
you could say that. i just want to be me, baby.
do you have any more questions you want me to ask?
nah, i think the people got what they wanted. they'll go see my movie.
i thought you said...
oh, no! i'm famous. you missed out.