clips from Biography Channel

Someone wanted to see some of my more straightforward reporting so I made this not very fancy video which I'm sharing with you, lovers, because I keep no secrets from you. What's mine is my blog's is yours. Also, I'm kind of shaky/overworked right now but I met the scary deadlines, I think. I say "I think" because sometimes turning in a story is like kicking a wayward child out of the nest—a lot of work and yet you know he's likely to return with a few STDs or knocked up with editor's notes. Oh, also I should say that I think maybe I was confusing in my post about going to LA. I went there to interview other people. One for Page Six Magazine and one for Maxim magazine. Not job interviews, except actually they are job interviews, just not for jobs. Did that make sense? Nothing makes sense anymore I'm so tired. I went to rest my head against the wall and because I'm retarded I "rested" my head too quickly and kind of bounced my head off the wall. It was refreshingly painful really. Like a breath of fresh head trauma. Like a concussive blast of nerve endings. Okay, here's the video. I'm longwinded when my brain is pushing on my skull.