Saturday, October 3, 2009

BREANA, THIS IS FOR YOU.

Hello Upper California Coasters, Gossip Gay here, miss me? I bet you didn't, but like I give a shit, you're all a bunch of whorey flea bags who can't find your own crotch if it was up your own assholes. Just kidding, I have a lot of pent up rage right now, and I shouldn't take this out on ya'll, besides, this post is a sort of gift, for a friend of mine, Breana, a.k.a. Brenna. Honey, I know you stil have to have some sort of attraction to old Ed, and like I said, this is for you.
Those of you who'd like to actually own this very attractive image, just pick up a copy of Arena Homme +. And, yes, the '+' is part of the title. Now, don't ask me WHERE to get a copy, cause I don't know. Well, have fun with the eye candy, bitches. I'm Out, Worship Me Bitches!
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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.