Not long after the show ended, Cross was at a George Carlin performance in New York, where, he says, an HBO exec gleefully introduced himself as “the guy who ruined your life” by moving Mr. Show to its doomed slot. “I was really angry at how cavalier he was,” Cross says. “But I also thought, ‘Man, you are fucking lucky I’m not Bob Odenkirk. He’d throw you over this fucking railing.’”
Twitter is awesome. It’s given me a lot of fantastic things, put me in touch with people I would have never been able to interact with, and it regularly shows me pictures of kittens.
But here’s the thing I’m just recently coming to grips with: it’s kind of a misery vacuum. Two tiny things…
Some great thoughts. I never get involved in these things because it usually only make me angry. Just like in real life… I’m an extreme liberal who still does live in Texas, so I see “those people” every day.
Only use the twitters for good, and shrug off the stupids and crazies, you guys. Take a walk outside until you feel better instead.
my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
this is my favorite post on tumblr currently