I mean, look:
I raged about ‘Nilla Wafers:
“I hate how they really really need you to know they’re ‘Nilla.”
He raged about, uhm, the homeless:
“I won’t have any smelly ass bums on my patio screaming at the wind!”
We raged against Cameron Diaz:
“I really do NOT like her. I don’t know why.”
“It’s because she just seems kinda diseased.”
I raged against myself:
“I’m like the Canadian coin of people — totally completely useless!”
You’re not useless! You interpret songs in dance, and open coffeehouses, and write great blog posts – and we would miss you if you went to jail! (Don’t go to jail, unless you have a prison ministry or something.)
//I raged against myself.// hahahahahaha Oh man, I so know that pain. Like if you’re going to rage against Nilla wafers and cameron diaz, you might as well include yourself!
Rage against the dying of the light!
NF — Hahahaha! Yes, I’m secretly hoping for da man to throw me in the hoosegow so I can start my Interpretive Pantomime Prison Ministry.
The inmates would LOVE it, don’t you think??
sheila — yes, the day was an utter meltdown. I am a rageaholic.
The inmates would LOVE it, don’t you think??
Oh, MAN – that’s a funny mental picture… Tracey with her frozen Fantastics look, interpreting Johnny Cash songs, and hardened cons weeping… “I never knew that I could express myself with dance! Instead of actual knife fights in the yard, we coreograph. It’s like West Side Story. It breaks down emotional barriers and brings us together. Also, you got any smokes?”
… Live from Folsom Prison…