truly nothing about house md prepares you for wilson. he's fucking insane. he's been divorced three times. he's the only person who can scheme just as well as house. he gives a patient his own liver bc he felt bad for him - a patient who didn't even know wilson's name. btw. he noticed a patient had depression bc he never mentioned his grandkids. he starred in a porno. he dosed house with antidepressants for several weeks. he allowed his boybestie and his gf to share custody of him and didn't even try to stop it. house told him to buy a piece of furniture that represented who he was, and he bought a $4000+ organ for house. he was gonna torpedo his career to talk abt euthanasia bc one of his patients suffered longer than he had to. he let house move into his 1 bed apartment bc his therapist thought it'd be a good idea. this man would do anything for anybody if they let him. he'd fucking quit his job to save a snail off the sidewalk. bro is not normal in the slightest
ive got my stitches stitched, ive got my fixes fixed (Jan 12, 2005)
so an actual update. so pretty much our dates consist of: i dream. i wake up at around 10 and watch lifetime movies for an hour. then i yell into patrick’s room cause i am pretty much his mom out here. we then get into the car, not talking because we’re both kind of grumpy in the morning. luckily the oldies station is badass out here and we become best buds again when we sing along to UB40’s “i can’t help falling in love…” and tony bennet’s “it’s not unusual” or whatever it’s called. the car pretty much becomes this sweet vegas lounge. when we get to the studio, i go right to computer and pretend to work on lyrics but pretty much just play this game called runescape where i get to kill goblins and barbarian women. patrick goes and works on guitar. we eat deltaco which is like taco bell only better (if thats even possible). we then go and work on vocals whcih mostly just consists of me and patrick making fun of eachother and doing imitations of eachotherback and forth. we have some cool guests on the record, some suprises. one is flying in from chicago tommorrow, we are pretty excited. we finished a song today called “my name is david ruffin and these are the temptations”- you either get it or you don’t. the record is gonna be called: from under the cork tree. again, it refers to something we think is pretty amazing. i need to get back to eating burritos and killing goblins.
btw just incase anyone was wanting to keep track of the songs fob has yet to do, i have a spreadsheet here that keeps track of that! and i have a spreadsheet keeping track of every medley and 8 ball here!
now theres only 2 cork tree songs they havent done during tourdust left btw. champagne for my real friends and snitches, both of which have never been done before . ahaha <3
Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.
I’m casually obsessed, And I’ve Forgiven Death,
I am indifferent yet (I am a total wreck),
I’m every cliche, but I simply do it best.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.
I’m casually obsessed, And I’ve Forgiven Death,
I am indifferent yet (I am a total wreck),
I’m every cliche, but I simply do it best.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
Where high-fashion, were last chances.
I’m casually obsessed, And I’ve Forgiven Death,
I am indifferent yet (I am a total wreck),
I’m every cliche, but I simply do it best.