No day but today

I'm Jacob Maddox, and I'm proud to say that I'm a stage manager on Broadway. I'm a hopeless coffee addict and I can remember lines from a script better than my own phone number. When I'm not working, I'm being tormented by my best friend / un-biological little bro, Blaine Anderson (the weirdo on the right side of the two pictures).

This might not be the best time..

langer-danger:

I was born and raised in New York. How ‘bout you?

I’m originally from Ohio, and I moved here after high school. So I guess I’ve been here about…six years, I think. I like it here much more than the place I used to live.

(Source: tony-evans)


So…apparently the nurses don’t like it when you get out of bed with a broken leg.

If you don’t want me getting out of bed, then you need to bring me my knock-off brand hospital pudding cups when I ask for them.


Anonymous asked:
Scar, Ursula, Yzma.

  1. My dad. Even though he’s not in it now, he had no business to be in it to begin with.
  2. Michael Buble. Or Frank Sinatra.
  3. I wouldn’t have a cute animal. I’d be something terrifying, like a grizzly bear or a shark. Beware.



Very funny, Blaine. Thanks for the gift.

Very funny, Blaine. Thanks for the gift.


This might not be the best time..

langer-danger:

No need to apologize. That’s completely understandable. I’m Erik Lander. It’s nice to meet you.

Good to meet you, Erik. How long have you been here in New York for?

(Source: tony-evans)


So apparently my skull got into a fight with the windshield of my car.

blainethenewyorker:

 It’s… we’ll talk about that part later.

Right now, we need to celebrate!

It’s just…yeah.

Um, hell to the yes we do! Do you think you could sneak some beer in? Because I could totally go for a Corona right now.

(Source: broadwayandcoffee)



This might not be the best time..

langer-danger:

But I just wanted to take the time out to say hi to everyone.

Oh, hey! Yeah, sorry, that was my fault…I was in a coma for a few days, so now I’m saying hi. I’m Jake Maddox.

(Source: tony-evans)


So apparently my skull got into a fight with the windshield of my car.

blainethenewyorker:

Do you even have any fucking clue how scared I was? Goddammit, Jake! I literally sat by you the whole fucking time.

esuijfdktesbgdiouhjnk BUT WHO THE HELL CARES. YOU’RE AWAKE.

It’s all good now, man. And just so you know, if you ever make me that worried, I will end you. I’m the only one allowed to get hurt around here.

But thanks for sticking with me, even after all the horrible shit I said to you.

(Source: broadwayandcoffee)