By Almie Rose
Nov
11
2009
Please enjoy this piece by guest writer and friend Danny Artese: So you’re texting/ g-chatting/ on your phone with/ great-Gilbert-Gottfried’s ghost!- having drinks in person with- your friend whose vulnerable little heart has once again been stepped on by a specimen of australopithecus jerkarensis. As you dab your friend’s tears with your monogrammed hankie (Handkerchiefs [...]
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Nov
9
2009
Yikes. from Almie Rose on Vimeo. True story.
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Nov
6
2009
Yes, friends, it’s another Facebook post. WAIT, DO NOT LEAVE, PLEASE. DO NOT CLICK THE LITTLE “X.” DO NOT GO INTO KARLA’S CLOSET OR INTO THE VAST DESERT OF ONTD. STAY WITH ME A LITTLE LONGER. DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT. OK now that it’s just us, let’s get really intimate. Let’s [...]
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Nov
2
2009
I think it’s really awesome that I’m not a famous actress. If I were, I wouldn’t be able to bring you this message in sweatpants right now. Who wants a career? Boy, not me! Give me an iced tall skinny vanilla latte and Britney Spears’s “Blackout” and I’m set for a few hours. It’s especially [...]
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Nov
1
2009
THINGS THAT I AM SICK OF DOING: 1. Everything. 2. Shaving my arms. Why do I do this? I don’t know, Jerry. I shaved them one day because I realized that I was a girl and that most girls did not have arms as hairy as mine. I’m Italian, these things happen, how was I [...]
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