I THINK YOU SHOULD KNOW
Friday, October 21, 2011
Although many people are celebrating your death right now, I would like to take a moment to salute your wicked fashion sense. I hope they let you keep your sunglasses in hell.
Sincerely,
Alex Cartwright
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
What's up, Vince Vaughn!
Remember when you were young and thin? I didn't, until the other day when I caught a couple minutes of Swingers on cable. I gotta tell you, dude, I'm so glad you got fat.
Look at that guy! Too thin! Waaaay too pretty. Fix your weird chisel-y face, chisel face!
Bluuuuuurgh.
Much better. You're starting to look like Vincent D'Onofrio, which I think is a great move. And you're a much more enjoyable actor now, too! Skinny Vince was all twitchy and energetic. I far prefer current day, "hibernating bear who just woke up and wandered onto a film set" Vince Vaughn. At least, in theory. I haven't seen anything you've done for the last 5 years. So, keep up the good work, I guess?
Yours,
Chelsea
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I don't know if you've heard, but taking yourself too seriously can lead to hair loss. Also, pretending you're not bald can lead to chicks not thinking your're hot anymore, which might explain the onset of your recent case of the "no pussy blues". You look like someones weird Step-Dad. Work it out!
Respectfully,
Alex
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
You are disgusting. I can't believe that you went to the mall to buy a new pair of shoes and you saw these things and thought to yourself, "why not".
I'll tell you why not, they have built in toe separators! Do you think that is cool? Well, it's not. It's fucking gross. You are gross.
I have your number mother fucker. I bet you live in one of our city's brand new condo buildings with that stupid medal siding, you follow a strict gluten free diet, you call 911 to report your neighbors being too loud and if you could I bet you'd call 911 to report your neighbors being too black. I bet you have a stupid little dog named after a lyric in a Dave Mathews song and when it's dark and you've had a long day, you just leave it's shit laying on the sidewalk for someone in normal shoes to step on in the morning. While you're at home you and your loveless wife are likely to be found sitting on separate leather bound sofas and silently watch episodes of Entourage until bed time. Assuming you are married, which let's be honest, you're probably not. Nope, it's just you sitting there with your Dave Mathews dog, wearing your "five toed running shoes", with Entourage playing in the background as you stare at pictures of naked Japanese girls on the internet and rub one out. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! Nothing about you is cool. Not even your DVD collection. That's right "five toe" your DVD collection sucks too! Do you know what owning all of the Pixar movies means? It either means that you're a little kid, that you have a little kid, or in your case it means you are a dip shit. Don't even get me started on the Kurosawa "films" you own because I know as well as you do that they are just on your shelf to impress girls you think you're going to meet on OK Cupid. You would be lucky to score a cow with 17 kids, bad credit and Polio.
Because I'm not a total blow hard, I don't know how fast you can run in "five toed running shoes" but if I were you I would start right now. Run somewhere that I can't find you. Someplace where your people are accepted (Bellevue?). Run as fast as you can with your stupid little shoes, out of my fucking city, and listen out for the faint echo of sexy people dancing in the streets celebrating your departure. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
Sincerely,
Alexandra Cartwright
Hi, Donald Glover!
I know you're a busy dude, and your star is on the rise or whatever, so I'll skip the chit chat. We need to talk about your penis.
You don't get to make that face! You brought it up first. And then you brought it up again. And again. And again. Proof:
Did you hear what you just said? You said your penis was an elephant.That's fuckin' crazy. You also said your dick was made of carrots. I don't really know what to do with that. My larger point, though is that in this one song, (one that is pretty representative of your body of work) by my count, you made reference to your genitals and their various doings THIRTEEN TIMES.
I know, right? Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Yeah, that's about what I thought. Listen, dude: I think you're great. I really like your music, and I think you're an awesome comedic actor. "Jerry" is one of the funniest things I've ever seen, and I don't have time to talk about how much I love you on "Community". But when I listen to your music, I am driven to distraction by all the dick talk! It's seriously like you just found out about it a couple weeks ago. You talk about it so much that I'm starting to worry that you are lying, Donald. I'm worried that you are lying about your huge, irresistible penis. So I'm invoking the Internet Era Golden Rule:
Pics or it didn't happen.
Think about it! It's not a big deal. You're not gonna run for office. You're a rapper, and sometimes rappers (kind of inadvertently) show the world their penises. Kanye did it. Souljah Boy did it. And if you're telling the truth about your huge irresistible penis, this can only be a good thing. So do we have a deal?
Mull it over.
Hugs and kisses,
Chelsea
This is Alex from Seattle, Wa and I am writing you today because I’ve had just about all I can take from you.
I am 26 years old, and from the ages of about 10 to 16 years old I will admit that I thought you were pretty cool. You had me with A Nightmare On Elm Street and Ed Wood, which are still pretty good movies. And because you yield some sort of weird power over teenage girls, I liked Edward Scissorhands. I haven’t gone back to re-watch Edward Scissorhands, but if I did I bet I would think it was dumb and that while you were filming it you totally thought you were going to win an Oscar for playing an ugly person. I don’t like the movie Dead Man but I don’t think it’s your fault and I’m not going to make fun of you for being in Don Juan DeMarco or What’s Eating Gilbert Grape because both of those movies are hilarious and I’m glad you made them. You are stupid.
The real problem between us began shortly after the release of Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas. I’m not going to harp on this as much as I could but I think it’s time someone tell you that you are not Hunter S. Thompson in real life. You are a dumb actor that lives in the South of France with a pop star, not a radical guy that spent his life fighting hypocrisy. I bet Hunter S. Thompson just killed himself to get away from you. For the record, you aren’t Keith Richards either.
Now this part I expect you know. Sometime after Fear And Loathing, maybe a year or so, I had a dream. You came over to my house and tried on some of my clothes. You looked better than I did in some of them, so I told you to go ahead and just keep the ones you liked. You left very pleased with a few bags of my clothes and the next day I heard a knock at my door. I walked over and opened it, only to find you standing there with a brand new laptop. You told me the laptop was a gift of appreciation for me giving you my clothes the day before. I graciously accepted. When I woke up from the dream I had this feeling like you weren’t so bad and maybe kind of a cool guy. What took me a few years to discover is that that dream was really some kind of supernatural method you used to gain access to my mind. Somehow my accepting your laptop gave you the key to my innermost likes and dislikes.
You are really good at doing things I dislike, and as if turning the life’s work of a great American hero such as Hunter S. Thompson into your silly little cartoon costume weren’t bad enough, you and your little sidekick Tim Burton have ventured on a mission to destroy all that is holy to a 26 year old blond girl that works part time at a video store. This re-make of the 1960’s television cult favorite Dark Shadows you are heading is, for lack of a better phrase, really pissing me off. I love that fucking show, and now I will be forced to walk on a street past some teenager wearing a hoodie with ears attached to it and a Dark Shadows t-shirt on; a Dark Shadows t-shirt that he bought at a Hot Topic with your stupid face on it. Taking something that is sacred to me, cat ladies, dudes in basements etc. and turning it into a vehicle for you to play a sexy vampire is maddening. And now Mr. Johnny (I think I’m so cool) Depp I have read that you are in the works to re-make one of my all time favorite movies THE THIN MAN! Seriously?! You think you can do a better job than William Powell did? I got news for you buddy: you’re a turd.
I would like to conclude this letter by telling you that I don’t want your fucking laptop! You can keep the clothes but I’m giving you your laptop back. I should have never accepted it in the first place and I will have to live with the guilt of the Dark Shadows and Thin Man re-makes for the rest of my life. But the jig is up! It stops here and now & I don’t want to hear about you re-making one more thing I like (the same goes for that Burton character). I hope I’ve made myself clear.
Thank you.
Alexandra Cartwright
Monday, August 8, 2011
Alexandra Cartwright