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5.04.2005

i live in this funny world of quasi-famous people.
and when i meet people who are fuckers i remind myself that these people are famous in a microcosm of a microcosm.
They are 'famous' in the NYC gay scene.
thats not so big.
and sometimes i have to be the voice of reason to some bitchy queen who is giving shade to people
they are all.....
"you obviously don't know who i AM."
so i am all....
"no."
"and no one above 23rd street knows who you are either."


OHOHOH
or?!?!?
the fucking RIDICULOUS straight boys who have this unbelievably ballsy sense of entitlement.

landry & liz standing in the coat check line in VIP
asshole dorky straight boy and prostitute look-alike gf cut in line.
Landry: uuuum...not sure where you think your going but the line is back there.
a-hole: oh well dont you worry about that.
landry: Im not worried because you are NOT getting in front of us.
a-hole: (add whiney pissy bitch voice of your choosing) my uncle OWNS this place.
landry: and? is that all you have going for you?
landry hands ticket to coat check attendant and gets coats.
boy continues to wimper about his uncle and his daddy and starts to make dyke cracks.

i still got my coat first.
and my parents dont own anything except a beat up Dodge Ram.

.: posted by landry 3:13 PM

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