Sunday, October 12, 2008

The Magic of Macy's

Well, all of you obviously know of my obsession with Macy's that just about dwarfs my obsession with Jim Sturgess. It's just, I don't know, there's just something about Macy's, the way, that, it's just so big and proud, and it has the right to be. The way, that, whenever I'm in a Macy's wherever I am, whenever I am, I just feel happy, like it's home. Well, enough mushy shit, this department store has 150th birthday to celebrate, and I'm going to help.
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My Odd Obsession with Death, Hollywood, and my need to take over the world that I can't shake

Why do I like to wander cemetaries? Why do I love Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Gene Kelley, Princess Diana, Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy, Katherine Hepburn, Aubrey Hepburn, and, suprisingly, Paris Hilton? Why can't I shake the yearning to take over the world and have the world population wait on me hand and foot, fanning me with enormous palm leaves, and buying me anything I desire. I don't know. Some people call me crazy, psychotic, pyro-maniacal, bi-polar, or insane, but its just me. Over time I'm going to reveal the method to my madness, but for today, all I'm going to reveal is this; My one true goal in life, if the world domination thing doesn't work out, is to be famous for nothing, and be treated like royalty. All I Want to be is, quoting one of the people I just talked about, Loved By You. Every single person alive. I want to be a house hold name. Just you watch, one day I'll be smiling from the center of the stage at Grauman's Chinese.