The most true thing that I’ve ever written on Facebook:
You know, I know a lot of people - maybe even myself - who would love to get an MFA at Columbia AND NYU and various other sundry schools, be on soap operas, get films in Sundance and Tribeca, and to get mad $ for my book of short stories.
Which is to say, James Franco, stop living EVERYONES DREAM.
(On top of it all, my sometime film career/perfume modeling is paying for this and I don’t need to teach undergrads. Thank god I look like a Michelangelo sculpture.)
(Also part 2: Is Ethan Hawke jealous, you think? I saw him walking down the street the other day, braying to a gal, dressed like a dirtbag, and my circa reality bites megacrush re-wilted again.)