so how were the video music awards?
i went out to dinner and then played scrabble, so i don’t know who won, or for what.
it’s 1:20 a.m now, and as i get ready to go to sleep i can rest safe in the knowledge that drunk musicians are having bathroom sex with young publicists in an ian schrager hotel somewhere in the big apple.
the only reason i would’ve been compelled to watch the video music awards would have been to see chris rock, because as we all know, he’s funny. did he gleefully skewer the performers as he did in 1999?
ok, time to go to bed with imagined scenes of bad hotel sex and coke fueled 7 a.m conversations dancing in my head…””no, really man, we’ll get the neptunes to remix it and it…snifffff…will be huge, really, and then we’ll get jonas akerlund to….snifffff….make the video and maybe we’ll all go to sweden to make the video and….sniffff….it’ll be huge and we’ll all get really…..sniffff…..really….rich. right?””
ok, goodnight.
moby
