fek:

johncarney:

Feeling hungover and sorry for yourself is no way to begin the new decade.

NEITHER IS SELF-HELP BLOGGING JOHN KINDLY FUCKOFF SOME OF US ARE WORKING SHHH PLEASE THANKS. The next person to blog advice about how to live my life in the future that isn’t The David Attenborough of Drinking in Manhattan, John Carney, I will not only unfollow, but I will also find someone to pull on your uvula until you’re puking up stomach lining. Although if you’re delivering egg sammiches, John, I’ll take one.

In related news, I had a dream Denton emailed me that Richard Johnson freaked out at a country club, and that Chris Rovzar got the scoop on it because they’re having some kind of gossip feud and that I needed to get on it. And then I woke up. And buried my head under a pillow. And went “MUGHGHGGHHHHHHHHHH.”

Actually heading to Dunkin’ Donuts in a few minutes and Fek, if I was closer to Gawker HQ, I’d be glad to swing by with an extra one for you, especially after I saw this morning’s Party in the USA mashup.