andy is on his third nap of the day.
Andy was just sleep talking and I couldn’t understand what he said so I asked him to repeat it and in reply he did the hugest fart and then I died from laughing
ETA: And then a minute later he rolled over and complained about the smell!!
I’m just tweeting with my twitter friend Wendy Brandes while she’s also tweeting with Janie Bryant AKA the Mad Men costume designer. It’s almost like I’m friends with Janie Bryant.
My friend’s pug had to wear the bucket after walking into a door and requiring stitches on his eyes(!); on more than one occasion, he fell forward so that the bucket sat flat on the ground, tiny pug body up in the air, legs flailing.
Why must they make us laugh while our hearts break?
I wish there was video of this.
How fucking weird is this. I just put on Empire Records, a movie I was obsessed with at around 14-15ish, after first seeing it when I was maybe 11? Or something? It opens with a song by the Cruel Sea. I saw Tex Perkins, singer from the Cruel Sea, play on thursday last week with his new band. A friend of mine, who I’ve known since I was 12 is the drummer in this band.