Happy b-day Mulder!

Sat 10\13\200710:13 pm

Biiip. You have no messages.
-Damn it! No one calls you when you need a little bit of company…

20 minutes later…

-(Uh boy...who is that?)...Ehy man, it’s saturday night…what are you doing here all alone?

- No questions ma’am. Tonight I wanna get drunk and don’t think to anything or anyone…so be quiet and take here a bottle of tequila.

-Ok...you’re the boss…but you should know I’m better than a psychoanalyst… maybe if you say what’s your problem I could suggest you a solution…

-Ouh...You are so kind,but I don’t think it exists a solution to my trouble…I’m a protagonist in a sci-fi series which gave me fame and fortune. They used to call me spooky…spooky Mulder…but now…It seems everyone forget me and my birthday because of a new *macho man*…ouh crap!I hate Hank Moody.

-What????Are you talking about *that* Hank Moody? Hank Moody of Californication?

-Do you know him?
- You are not serious! He is beautiful and so hot! I’m his biggest fan! take a look at that wall: I attached a poster...

-Look…he so dirrrty!

- Okkay, stop!!! I got it…

- Anyway…you was right before…if your trouble is called “Hank Moody” no one can help you. Hank Moody rules! But don’t worry, I wanna be gentle with you… Take all the bottle as gift for your b-day, Mr. Mulder

-Oh,thank you.I go away now...(Life is an endless shit…)

-Mulder,it's me.Where are you?

-Hi Scully...where I am?Where are *you*?Do you remember what happens today?

- Dunno and I don't have time to waste now!I'm at the FBI...you have to come here;Skinner want us for a case...

-Skinman want us?Does he ever go home?Okkai,I'm coming...

11.21 pm

FBI headquarter

-SURPRISE!!!! Happy Birthday Mulder!

- Ouh!!! you didn’t forget my b-day…thank you all folks!

02.00 AM
Mulder apartment


- Tell me Mulder…did you like the party?
- I liked it very much! Did you organize it?
- Yessss…who else?
- Scully Scully…you are always the best…

-I thought no one loved me because seemed all of you had forgotten my b-day…so I was becoming more paranoid than usual…I thought my fame was obscured by Hank Moody and his new *show*…but I was wrong…

-Ouh Mulder…I’ll never forget you! But... Hank Moody is so hot…can I turn on the tv? There’s Californication repeat now!!!

- No way!(life is an endless shit....)Cheers Scully.
- Cheers Mulder!

daily mood:melancholic

David Duchovny's resources

before...

You can find it everywhere…in the supermarket, in the postal office, in the bank…but I’m sure you don’t know the real origin of this object. You could tell me: “It doesn’t need a genius to understand that -a take a number system- is made to avoid queue!” you’re right man…but you don’t know for *what* kind of queue it was created at the beginning.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful actor,named David Duchovny, who has played a role so much intriguing and hot that he began to have serious problems to live a normal life: he didn’t have no more privacy and whenever he went out his house he was attacked by every kind of human being who lived near his home…and Malibu…and California…and West coast (except “males concerned”, but this is another story I’ll tell you another day…) who wanted dating him.

Mr. Duchovny was nearly gone crazy, so to safe his life and mental health too, he decided to contrive a plan with which solve this weird situation. He built a portable “take a number system” and began to distributed tickets to everyone asked him a date, saying to stay calm and peaceful as long as the queue would arrive to that number. Then he hung a display on his shoulders so everyone could check when it’ll arrive own turn. And happily ever after.
This is a story of a man who is above all a mastermind: he wakes up everyday thinking “What’s the date today?” but instead of despair he still goes on and accepts yet new admirers.
Then if you are really interested in this I advise you to go to Malibu in great haste and pull back your ticket before the roll ends.

after...

Daily mood: ill

All About Bob -Part III

Anyway… to see (sure, fine, whatever …maybe “see”…it’s a *little* bit exaggerate word in this show!) our heroes falling in love, the fans waited for seven long years…s-e-v-e-n- years…oh man…Jack Daniel’s took less time to became a whiskey… while it was used to scream to the miracle of Saint CC when one of them gave a kiss in forehead or touched a hand one another, so you could figure the happiness of Bob!
“I have to confess: I was thinking I wasted my time…I never saw me on the screen!! Chris sometimes used me in a few scenes, but I didn’t explain *why* then he always cut those on editing. In the long run I’ve accepted this situation and this hard role between the slot…ahem…agents […]anything but Cospiration and Consortium ….I’m the only one and the real hidden member of this series!”
He has been an actor with little striking and unfortunately we sometimes had a glimpse, but from the affective point of view Bob had not a difficult time in those years: “Much things in that period amused me and I had many dates too, but for respect towards my fans, who are so much sensitive on this argument, I prefer say: no comment...”
Its healthy holder, who doesn’t seem to possess equally Bob’s common sense, instead revealed all his conquests and so he being labelled like “sex addict”. He has dryly refuted, saying that news was a true joke and Bob was more adapted to answer at this kind of questions, but ours idol answered with a diplomat: “I would not save his ass anymore...”
But a tragedy waited silent for ours loved Bob.
In 1997 its life always changed when, probably infected from dangerous ‘Tea-ine’, its healthy holder decided to became serious and married Tea Leoni who after a while convinced him to move the XF production from Vancouver to L.A.
In that period Bob entered in the tunnel of depression: “my healthy holder didn’t have intention to listen to me. I’m not born for the monogamy… I was desperate! At the beginning I didn’t know what I’ll do… so I tried all the possibilities: they thought I was sick because I’ve made feint to take to me the anticipated holiday, but the bastards decided to revive me against my will used the blue pill”.
Today Bob continues to survive than live, attending with hope the day in which its healthy holder will recove from the bad influence of ‘Tea-ine’.
While, because it is a star system’s member, it tries to distract itself through photographic services, interviews, the personal column “Say it to Bob”, a fan club and its direct line with the more faithful admirers.
Even if it’s must difficult to suffer this familiar situation, Bob remains a hard type and it hold on to the adversities, because as it said to me one time: “In spite of everything, maybe there’s a hope...”

daily mood:relaxed