why die soft?
when you can die so hard? i am simultaneously shaking my head in sadness and punching myself in the weinis in excitement. propaganda has never sounded this metal.
Madex’s Brush with Celebrity.
Its rare that I lose my shit when seeing a celebrity. Living in LA I see them often and don’t really care. I got very excited about Kimmy Gibbler when I was 9 at Disneyland, I touched her elbow in line for Star Tours. Later, Wendy the Snapple Lady would make me lose my shit, I hugged her without asking and got her address, she sent me T-shirts. I made Tara get Kubiack’s (parker lewis can’t lose) autograph for Tucker once while he was trolling for young girls at a club.
But since then, its been very low on the excitement, unless you count seeing K-fed perform at the house of blues. But then I walked past Kenneth from 30 Rock, (Jack McBrayer), I lost all composure, I did a dance and with in seconds me and my roommate started to follow him down hollywood and vine. He started to walk faster, and then jumped into a Hyundai and drove away. Had we caught up to him, we would have told him to come hang out, maybe come play the wii, and we could make him a mii. Really, I had no idea what I would have said, I might have just wanted to harmonize with him. I hope 30 rock comes back. and Jack, I don’t want to wear your skin for my birthday coming up. I just think your cool.
