now i know what out of work writers are doing during this agonizing, depressing, gossip girlless, jim halpert free, liz lemonlost writer's strike.
they are DRINKING.
saturday night in the west vill at DUBLIN 6 (a bar i can't say i would ever go to on my own, but a dear friend was turning the dirty thirty), i saw AMY POEHLER (total midge, btw. anklebiter), SETH MEYERS (hot but lookin a little tired), LUTZ FROM 30 ROCK (hot blond girlfriend. thanks hit TV show!), ANDY SAMBERG (call me) and colbert report staff, etc etc etc.
andy samberg didn't get my mindfax that we are supposed to fall in love and have hippie indie rock jew love children. upsetting. possibly it could not penetrate the hair? he left too early for me to try jedi mind tricks.
put down the miller lites and get back to fucking work, please. i can't take it anymore! i'm watching CELEBRITY APPRENTICE FOR PETE'S SAKE. blerg.