Thursday, September 29, 2011

drama, back stabbing, editing

Last night I fired up ye olde Netflix and watched, for the first time in my life, the Jersey Shore. It was terrible, but it gave me an idea, no, not giving back New Jersey to the English, it's not the state's fault, but that I should have my own reality show: The Bruno Shore. It wouldn't be like most reality shows, with all the drama, back stabbing, editing, and scripted events, but a real reality show. You, the viewer, would follow me throughout the day. Watch as I decide what kind of pizza to get! Thrill at me returning library books! Let wonder fill your life as I dance around to Devo songs when no one is watching! Gander at me as I take a hardcore nap, the kind where you end up drooling, anime style, and watch me talk in my sleep as I meet Lady Gaga Batman in my dreams. Of course there will be partying! Now you too can experience the joy of sitting at Goldie's drinking Manhattans, or sometimes they don't have bitters or cherries, so I don't call them Manhattans but Jersey Cities. Then you wouldn't even have to read my blog posts because I could rant directly to the camera. I think the best scenes will be the scenes where I am sitting somewhere, just staring off into space, when suddenly I start laughing because I start thinking about ducks or something. You see? Wouldn't that be cool? You could learn all my secrets, like how I manage to wake up so goddamn early. (Hint: unless I've been out till 4 am, I just do.)

I like this song, it's really sweet: Oh No by All Girl Summer Fun Band



Vitamin X - Fuck Shit Up.

I think Lady Gaga should write and direct the Batman musical.

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