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Pen Pal: MTV

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

Dear MTV,

What the hell. Now, I’m not going to go into some walk five miles in the snow rant about how you never play videos anymore, because that ship sailed long ago and honestly I don’t feel any worse off missing out on the genius of Nickleback. Your VJs are so fantastically boring that I can’t even differentiate them enough from the television commercials in between to say something negative about them. And it’s fairly clear that you’ve pretty much given up on trying to make your current programming halfway decent (The Hills is only good because it goes so far past terrible that it breaks the time space continuum and arrives back at wonderful). But once upon a time you had one of the best sketch comedy shows ever in existence. Like other glimmers of genius (see Freaks and Geeks) it didn’t last long, and after something like 25 episodes The State went away. No one’s asking to you to part the seas of bad television and bring it back, but what is up with announcing the release of the long anticipated dvd, then not delivering? You said this Fall. You PROMISED. We know it’s completed and even packaged, so what the hell is the hold-up? Give us Barry and Levon. We want Doug and his Dad, Old-Fashioned Guy and good old Louie. Just take five minutes from perpetrating the rape and dissolution of our youth culture, and give us the goddamn DVD. And remember. Bbbbring, bbbring… Hello, cheese? NO! Cheese can’t dial a phone.

Valley Girl.

Monday, November 12th, 2007

Jamsheed’s Corner: Eat It

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

People ask why I talk about food so much. Why not? All you fuckin skinny rexi wanna be perfect hookers are just denying yourselves the best shit on the planet. I’ve tried to be one of those hookers. Just a bit ago I started the Atkins diet. This is where you eat high amounts of protein and no carbs. Oh, and no boozing (ha)! I started this on a Monday with a couple of my friends. I went to work and didn’t eat breakfast as usual. Then for lunch I went to get a salad. I am told that I have to eat anything high in protein. So I get a salad and I pack on some blue cheese, tofu, and ranch dressing on to my bed of lettuce. Sound disgusting? It was. I was putting down each bite, with one eye closed looking like a pirate throughout my lunch. So I go back to work feeling a bit nauseous, but not thinking anything of it. As the day went on shit wasn’t right. I called up my friend and asked if I was supposed to feel like this. She said yes and that it takes some getting used to. I sucked it up and went on with my excel sheet. Around 4:30pm I said um yeah this ain’t working. I drove home and right when I got into the house I had a date, making out with my toilet. So I started Atkins at 8am that Monday morning and finished that afternoon around 5pm. That shit don’t work for me people. God knows how my system works. You put in a burrito and you get a happy Jamsheed.

I feel like this post sucks my asshole. Thinking…. I don’t feel like talking about men or sex today. I am definitely not feeling sexy enough to do so. I think I am going to write a poem instead …

Sunshine and lemon drops
Foxes, pickles and reeses peanut butter cups
It is cold in my house
I wish I could be a furry little mouse
Tequila is my friend
Sugar starburst bend
Elephants are poached in Africa
Poached eggs sounds good in Falgrica
Wouldn’t it be amazing to have a new wardrobe?
I want a man to suck on my ear lobe
Orange juice and tinkle berries
Love myself and love a fairy
Nobody cries in baseball
Be nice to homeless people
Your dad is hot

Jamsheed’s DOITDOIT of the day: Go get laid tonight (preferably by something other than your right hand)

(*Cultist does not necessarily share the views of Jamsheed and cannot be held accountable for any offense, lawsuits, or violent spasms occuring as a result of these posts. )

Dead Disco.

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

Thursday 11/8 at the Cha Cha
2375 Glendale Blvd

Pen Pal: Writer’s Guild of America

Tuesday, November 6th, 2007

Dear WGA,

How are you? I hope you are well. I know it’s been a long time since I’ve written (and even though I may have used a few nasty words in those letters I sent about that awful haircut you gave Felicity, you know I didn’t really mean them). I’m very sorry about your troubles with the greedy evil studios. You TOTALLY deserve more money for internet shows and whatever else it is you’re pissed about. I know it’s really tough living in Brentwood and your kids’ private school isn’t cheap and lord knows alimony is a bitch. But, um, are you really going to stop writing TV shows? Because I sort of need you. Let’s get serious, my life pretty much sucks. I need Dr. House’s cynical witticisms, CSI Grissom’s charming pragmatism, and Ugly Betty’s cheery optimism to keep me going. And even though Heidi has a gigantic chin and I want to punch Spencer in the throat, I neeeeeeeeeeed them. Don’t even get me started on McSteamy and McDreamy.

So what I’m saying is, please don’t punish us, the innocent, during this time of duress. Please don’t leave me. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. I wrote you a poem which I put under your windshield wiper in Lot 7 in the Fox lot. I hope you like it.

P.S Do you always leave your house for the picket line at 9:17 am?

Fundraiser for the Unemployed

Tuesday, November 6th, 2007

Well Chris Garica anyway.

Hey Mami (er…Mama)

Monday, November 5th, 2007

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Monday, November 5th, 2007

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Jamsheed’s Corner: Donna Martin Graduates

Friday, November 2nd, 2007

“Hey Brenda, hey Kelly, can I sit with you guys for lunch? … oh … there’s no room at the table? But I see a seat right next to Steve … oh … he has the flu? Maybe we can do something later like go shopping at Westside Pavilion? I saw these really awesome floral culottes on sale… oh you don’t buy things on sale? Ok … hey Dylan do you want to come help me study for the algebra test on Thursday? … oh …you don’t know how to spell algebra? Ok um I’m going to the Peach Pit to hang out with Nat. I will see you guys later.”

I never really was accepted at West Beverly High. I mean I even had the coolest brown leather backpack. I know that my tights were a bit from the 80’s, but like c’mon. Whatever. It is sad too because after they started filming that show at school called 90210 no one even acknowledged me. The producers told me that I could be an extra. I was so devastated. Everyone started calling me the 90210 extra. Fuck Kelly and fuck Brenda. I am glad Kelly fucked Dylan and Brenda now has horse teeth and no one will touch her pussy. Fuck high school!

Side Note: The perfect day… My college applications are done and sent, I am freshly waxed, I am 20 lbs lighter, my model Fortune 500 smart as hell makes me pee from laughter boyfriend brings me home sushi and green tea mochi balls, and has gymnastic sex with me while feeding me my sushi and is always kind enough to put some ginger on each bite too, while we watch “I Love New York”

JAMSHEED’S DOITDOIT OF THE DAY:

This is for the ladies … how long has it been since you have had a proper sleepover with your girls? I am talking 90210 reruns, weed, chips, dip, weed, pajamas, sleeping bags, laughing and all the weed in the world. I am not talking about hey girls come over let’s drink a bottle of absinthe, get naked, dance to Kelly Clarkson, make out with each other, and then not speak in the morning. I am talking proper sleepover. It is necessary! Call up your girls and do it do it.

(*Cultist does not necessarily share the views of Jamsheed and cannot be held accountable for any offense, lawsuits, or violent spasms occuring as a result of these posts. )

Your Daily Affirmation

Thursday, November 1st, 2007

Or say good-bye and make you cry. So that’s good.

Thanks Crza.