i just saw al madrigal do a set at the punchline, where i confirmed a sneaking suspicion i had.
i would ABSOLUTELY fuck al madrigal all day. twice on sunday.
* as sharpe’s mother sits in snellville, ga, a chill runs through her. she senses that her older daughter has found a black man worthy of heart-throb status. “finally,” mother sharpe whispers. “finally.”
* ryan gosling stands on the rocks, looking out at the ocean. a hollow feeling has settled over him, the feeling that after 1 ½ years, his photo has been removed from a desktop in the south. a lone tear travels down his cheek.
OLD AND BUSTED.
THE NEW HOTNESS.
i recently started following a tumblr by two lovely ladies in texas. recent college grads, which would put them around 22, 23 years old. just the age my daughter would be, if i had a daughter at 18.
one of them recently posted her amazement at alec baldwin being in beetlejuice. does that make me feel old? kind of. but it also makes me imagine the awkward conversation i’d have to have with my [FICTIONAL!] daughter about how hot alec baldwin was.
i mean, lawdy.
(yes, yes, he’s still attractive now, blah blah blah. but come on. the young alec baldwin? i would put his utilities under my name.)