Stupid Oscars. “Oh, we’re givin out little trophies if we think u done good with ur moovieees. Everyone better come make a big ass deal about it!”
It’s 12 hours long and for what? To hand out gold statues of naked men to actors and film workers. oooOOooo. Big flippin deal. Oh, you’re the BEST because the Academy said so. Ooooo. The Academyyyy. Wow. Die.
I don’t ever want to be nominated for an Oscar. I don’t ever want to win an Oscar. I don’t ever want to make a “thank you” speech because I’d have no one to thank. I did all the work. Hellooo. Give the award to my mom, my wife, my coworkers or my dog if they were sooo intrigal to my getting it.
And yes, unnamed entertainment/hollywood show, I DO still feel this way. So don’t think you’re all bein cute by digging up this blog and asking if I’ve changed my mind now that I’m a bigshot nominee. You know I’ll be gracious about it. But I’ll still feel the same. I don’t care about ur stooopid statues. So bitez me.
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