You know, I think I ought to develop a new never-happen crush. Someone like Mary Elizabeth Winstead would fit the bill nicely — she’s young, hot, all that stuff, but seems to be quite the wholesome-type, not the “do me in the butt then shit on my chest” type. See?
BTW, she was in Grindhouse, and she’s the young McClane in Live Free or Die Hard.
Why do people feel the need to get this fucked up? Don’t they realize they can be that creative without chemically obliterating their physicality? You can be that funny at a party without having been on your fifth bender that week. You can smash the shit out of your car, yet do it with lucidity and clairity.
Maybe I’m looking too much into this, and I can understand once in a while throwing up the hands and saying, “Yeah, I want to get blasted tonight”, but I’ve never understood the people I knew that wanted to get fucked up daily. Or sometimes even weekly seems too much. Then you’ve got these people who blast themselves clear into a lesser dimension. Do you think you have that much of a lack of creativity and hate yourself that much that you would want to live the remainder of your life through coke-bottle goggles? Then again, you could say that to decimate yourself in this way requires creativity and talent. I’ve just imploded my own theory.