Dear God.
Thank you for another hellish week at the National Theater of Taking Things Too Seriously. The magazine cover scandal did not end in my favour. I have finally put my finger on why I like this doll, Mullet; her eyelashes look like they are wet with tears.
I’m drinking yellow-y tap water and it’s comforting. I am using Selena dance moves for my role Kolia the fourth sister slave, when he transforms into Sonia the glamorous hooker and wins an Oscar. This play is silly but nice. Gawd I hate this business and the people in it. How not important it all is.

I want a Mdvanii.