Thanks for all the reviews :)
RoseOnAVine: I think the same way with how you think they're going to end the show. And one thing I found on Joey while I was reading a Friends summary on nbc.com. They talked about all of the characters, Ross and Rachel and the baby, Monica and Chandler's latest adventure, Phoebe and her own little thing, and then way at the end of all of that they wrote "Matt Leblanc also stars". Wtf was that about? He's just as important as the rest of them. Give him something to do.
And for anyone who is interested, two nights ago I tried a sketch of Joey. Took 2 hours, but if you want to check it out, leave me a review because for some reason my link isn't showing up here, and I'll review you back the link..
BTW. How do you guys make it italic and bold? Nothing ever works for me.
SUFFER - Ch. 3
~
Fade into yesterday
Searching for my youth
Trying to digest it all
Searching for the truth
Self centered devil spawn
This makes me durable
Or am I criminal
I'm fucking horrible.
- Jack Off Jill
~
Chicken has always been my chicken. Gotta love it. The legs are the best. All crispy and.. fried. I miss the chick.
..I feel like a cannibal.
Welll.. I suppose they are all out to dinner now. Having their expensive.. frog legs, or lobster soup or whatever they have. I like my chicken.
Suddenly I'm not so hungry anymore and I drop the leg of chicken with the skin chewed off back in the bucket. I just had to remind myself didn't I. I can just picture it now. Monica and Chandler telling some hilariously funny story about losing a sock in the dryer to the rest of the group, and the other four choking on their wine in candid giggles.
They laugh at *that* but they don't laugh at Joey stories. Always rolling their eyes when I pointed out in the newspaper that there was a misprint and instead of "popcorn" they typed "poporn". They didn't even get it.
"HeLLO? poPORN. PORN! Naked chicks!"
They said "Yeah, alright Joe" and that was it. I felt like such an idiot. So that's why most of the time when they get into some intense "Ross-Rachel- Monica-Chandler" conversation, I usually just nod along and shut up.
'But dude, you can't expect anything to get better if you just sit around your crap apartment eating chicken, right?'
Hmm.
'Come on duuude, you're JOEY.'
That's right, I think. I am Joey. I don't get 'sad' or anything. That's Ross stuff! With his '...Hi.....'s. I think maybe I should go down to that restaurant and just be with my friends. Who caares if they're all coupled up and I'm the 7th lonely.. in the dust.. wheel.. They love me anyway right?
I decide at this point in time, with my big 'ol bucket of chicken, that sitting here alone probably isn't the right choice for making anything better.
So maybe only 15 minutes later or something, I'm dressed in a snazzy suit and my hair is gelled. I've got the 20 in my pocket and I'm ready for some fake laughter over a glass of wine with my friends.
They'll be happy to see me, right?
~
I stroll into the restaurant. I know which restaurant it is because they always go to the same one. We're celebrating something or other it seems like every week over at La Strega. I feel more at home in some pizza place, but I'm sure I could buy *something* for 20 bucks. Maybe a side of fries or something. Wait - do they even sell fries here?
The same guy is standing at that reservation podium. Like he's God or something. One of those cheese guys with the French accent who is a cross between a butler ("You raaaaaaaang, sir?") and .. well a weird French guy.
He looks at me weirdly. He must recognize me from Days of Our Lives. I get the same look all over the place. It's tough being famous.
"May I heelp you sir?" he asks me in that fake accent. I could pull off a better accent than that. I wonder if Chandler thought this guy was a nerd too when he walked in. No time to think about that now. Hell, I'll just ask him myself.
"Uhh yeah, I'm looking for my friends.. They're in there," I respond back.
"Your naaaaaaame, sir?" the guy says and looks down at some leather reservation book thing.
"Tribbiani.." I say back. I'm probably not in there, but maybe.. if they thought I might show up.. they would put my name in.. and then..-
"You are not reserved sir," he interuppts my thoughts as if he is happy.
"Uhh well they aren't expecting me."
What a stupid jerk.
"Mm hmmmmm," he nods.
I take a couple steps to the right and peek around his special Jesus God podium to look into the restaurant at all the rich people eating. And then I see them on the other side, near the far wall.
"They there are, I'll just go over to them." I start walking in. The man steps out in front of me and puts his hand towards my chest.
"I don't think so, sir. How do I know who you are?"
"I used to be on Days of Our Lives," I let out the secret even though he probably already knows.
"Hmm sure you were," he says sarcastically.
"Come on man, just let me in there," I almost plead. I look back into the eating area.
Finally, he nods, and he steps aside. I yank on my collar to make a point, and stride into the room.
A couple steps in, I stop.
Look at them. A nice big round table. All six of them seated perfectly around it. They're the biggest group in here. All laughing and having a good time.. There's no room for me there.
Feeling pretty stupid, I take one last look, and then walk back over to 'Jeeves' the man at the desk.
"I.. uh.. got a headache," I muttered quietly as I walk past him, knowing he'd be curious about some explanation.
He smirks at me, but I ignore him and almost slam my way out the doors. I blame it all on him. Jeeves.
I leave the restaurant, feeling flushed, and not having any tie to loosen kind of sucks. I dig my hands into my pockets and start walking down the sidewalk filled with lights.
I need a drink.
~
RoseOnAVine: I think the same way with how you think they're going to end the show. And one thing I found on Joey while I was reading a Friends summary on nbc.com. They talked about all of the characters, Ross and Rachel and the baby, Monica and Chandler's latest adventure, Phoebe and her own little thing, and then way at the end of all of that they wrote "Matt Leblanc also stars". Wtf was that about? He's just as important as the rest of them. Give him something to do.
And for anyone who is interested, two nights ago I tried a sketch of Joey. Took 2 hours, but if you want to check it out, leave me a review because for some reason my link isn't showing up here, and I'll review you back the link..
BTW. How do you guys make it italic and bold? Nothing ever works for me.
SUFFER - Ch. 3
~
Fade into yesterday
Searching for my youth
Trying to digest it all
Searching for the truth
Self centered devil spawn
This makes me durable
Or am I criminal
I'm fucking horrible.
- Jack Off Jill
~
Chicken has always been my chicken. Gotta love it. The legs are the best. All crispy and.. fried. I miss the chick.
..I feel like a cannibal.
Welll.. I suppose they are all out to dinner now. Having their expensive.. frog legs, or lobster soup or whatever they have. I like my chicken.
Suddenly I'm not so hungry anymore and I drop the leg of chicken with the skin chewed off back in the bucket. I just had to remind myself didn't I. I can just picture it now. Monica and Chandler telling some hilariously funny story about losing a sock in the dryer to the rest of the group, and the other four choking on their wine in candid giggles.
They laugh at *that* but they don't laugh at Joey stories. Always rolling their eyes when I pointed out in the newspaper that there was a misprint and instead of "popcorn" they typed "poporn". They didn't even get it.
"HeLLO? poPORN. PORN! Naked chicks!"
They said "Yeah, alright Joe" and that was it. I felt like such an idiot. So that's why most of the time when they get into some intense "Ross-Rachel- Monica-Chandler" conversation, I usually just nod along and shut up.
'But dude, you can't expect anything to get better if you just sit around your crap apartment eating chicken, right?'
Hmm.
'Come on duuude, you're JOEY.'
That's right, I think. I am Joey. I don't get 'sad' or anything. That's Ross stuff! With his '...Hi.....'s. I think maybe I should go down to that restaurant and just be with my friends. Who caares if they're all coupled up and I'm the 7th lonely.. in the dust.. wheel.. They love me anyway right?
I decide at this point in time, with my big 'ol bucket of chicken, that sitting here alone probably isn't the right choice for making anything better.
So maybe only 15 minutes later or something, I'm dressed in a snazzy suit and my hair is gelled. I've got the 20 in my pocket and I'm ready for some fake laughter over a glass of wine with my friends.
They'll be happy to see me, right?
~
I stroll into the restaurant. I know which restaurant it is because they always go to the same one. We're celebrating something or other it seems like every week over at La Strega. I feel more at home in some pizza place, but I'm sure I could buy *something* for 20 bucks. Maybe a side of fries or something. Wait - do they even sell fries here?
The same guy is standing at that reservation podium. Like he's God or something. One of those cheese guys with the French accent who is a cross between a butler ("You raaaaaaaang, sir?") and .. well a weird French guy.
He looks at me weirdly. He must recognize me from Days of Our Lives. I get the same look all over the place. It's tough being famous.
"May I heelp you sir?" he asks me in that fake accent. I could pull off a better accent than that. I wonder if Chandler thought this guy was a nerd too when he walked in. No time to think about that now. Hell, I'll just ask him myself.
"Uhh yeah, I'm looking for my friends.. They're in there," I respond back.
"Your naaaaaaame, sir?" the guy says and looks down at some leather reservation book thing.
"Tribbiani.." I say back. I'm probably not in there, but maybe.. if they thought I might show up.. they would put my name in.. and then..-
"You are not reserved sir," he interuppts my thoughts as if he is happy.
"Uhh well they aren't expecting me."
What a stupid jerk.
"Mm hmmmmm," he nods.
I take a couple steps to the right and peek around his special Jesus God podium to look into the restaurant at all the rich people eating. And then I see them on the other side, near the far wall.
"They there are, I'll just go over to them." I start walking in. The man steps out in front of me and puts his hand towards my chest.
"I don't think so, sir. How do I know who you are?"
"I used to be on Days of Our Lives," I let out the secret even though he probably already knows.
"Hmm sure you were," he says sarcastically.
"Come on man, just let me in there," I almost plead. I look back into the eating area.
Finally, he nods, and he steps aside. I yank on my collar to make a point, and stride into the room.
A couple steps in, I stop.
Look at them. A nice big round table. All six of them seated perfectly around it. They're the biggest group in here. All laughing and having a good time.. There's no room for me there.
Feeling pretty stupid, I take one last look, and then walk back over to 'Jeeves' the man at the desk.
"I.. uh.. got a headache," I muttered quietly as I walk past him, knowing he'd be curious about some explanation.
He smirks at me, but I ignore him and almost slam my way out the doors. I blame it all on him. Jeeves.
I leave the restaurant, feeling flushed, and not having any tie to loosen kind of sucks. I dig my hands into my pockets and start walking down the sidewalk filled with lights.
I need a drink.
~