one more and this will become an official internet rule of three. in these two seemingly unrelated heart throb pretty boy interviews, there is an awkward interlude where the celeb and the writer use the restroom together. is this a new thing?
"Oh...my...God," Efron says with a gasp. "It's like the best...orgasm...ever! And I just keep coming!" Efron and I are in the Soho House bathroom after a pee, and he's lingering at the sink, letting the water pour over his diseased wrists. When he got up to head to the john, I noticed that his pants were fully unbuttoned and unzipped. "I'm just airing it out," he'd said. "It just itches too much." Discipline and doctor's orders had kept the impulse to scratch at bay.
Franco is still talking about all of this as he starts to urinate, matter-of-factly, into a urinal—a process that goes on for an extremely long time. (He’s a compulsive drinker of Starbucks coffee, and Abramovic talked for well over an hour.) He’ll be filming at an actual mall in Queens next weekend, he says, still urinating, and the movie will star the performance artist John Kelly, who’s best known for appearing onstage, in drag, as Joni Mitchell. As I stand behind Franco, here in the tiny bathroom, taking notes, I feel a strange little thrill of low-grade intimacy—equal parts discomfort, amusement, affection, and an excitement whose source I can’t quite trace.
melissa was home for the weekend for a family party and supervised the re-reunion of kizzy and izzy. they mostly kept their distance, but did team up on my mom when she was drawing a bath for them. they each peed on the floor right in front of her, thusly ending up banished to the deck until they submitted (i.e. laying down).