adult actress Faye Runaway explains it.

Jenny: How did you pick your name?
Faye: Frank named me. Well you know like, Faye Dunaway like, the old actress, right?
Jenny: Huh?
Faye: Do you know who Faye Dunaway is?
Jenny: Heard the name, not really familiar.
Faye: It doesn’t matter, I’m like, it doesn’t matter anyway..
Luke: She’s in China Town, right?
Faye: I don’t think she’s still alive, is she? I wonder if I can get sued, using that stage name…

it’s raining rain; hallelujah. now i definitely have the perfect excuse not to go to any saturday night party from hell.

oh man, good customer service is so hard to find in this country, when you do get it, you just want to give them a complimentary blow job out of sheer outpouring gratitude.

in all honesty, what I’ve always wanted, since childhood, was to be forever stranded alone on an deserted island.

it’s pretty fucked that the only way to get them to pay me, was to threaten them with not signing the release.
one two three four
ten
you might one day learn how to be professional.

surprise visit by the parents,
flew over incognito to see me in the play,
bearing gifts

mom says here, i got you a paul smith shirt and some comme de garcon perfume.
dad says here, i baked you bread and cookies and Pasta Flora with my own marmalade.

neat.

Oh hot damn. It just came to me; Meryl is looking after me tonight.

come and get some some

1st day of rehearsals for “Oxygen” by Russian playright Ivan Viripaev.
Opens October 17th at Amore theater for a 3 month run.

the world is coming to an end.

Madhuri Dixit: deity.

ah t’was such fun.
knee bled a river again.
they thought it was staged.
forgot a line.
hindustani, aaaayyy…
*swivels hips*

cholii ke piichhe kyaa hai
chunarii ke niiche kyaa hai, chunarii ke niiche ? x2
hooooo.. cholii me dil hai meraa, chunarii me. n dil hai meraa x2
ye dil me. n duu. ngii mere yaar ko, pyaar koooo.. laakho.
ayyyy.. n diivaane tere, laakho. n diivaane
aashiq puraane tere, aashiq puraane
hoooo, aashiq milaa naa aisaa, merii pasa nd jaisaa
de dil shahar ye aisaa, kyaa karuu, kyaa karuu, ayyyy..
[dance]
resham kaa laha.ngaa meraa x2
laha.ngaa hai maha.ngaa meraa
laha.ngaa uThaa ke chaluu. n, ghu. NghaT giraa ke chaluu.
kyaa kyaa bachaa ke chaluu.N raamajii, raamajii
ayyyy.. isako bachaa lo baabuu dil me.n chhupaalo baabuu x2
[being pulled] hoooo.. aashiq pa. De hai. n piichhe,
koii idhar ko khii. nche koii udhar ko khii.
ayyy.. [dance]

I chews the chewing gums and I call for a cab for the 10pm show.
Pray.

all washed
a 24:00 show to do
cinderellah heh
the stroke of midnight
pumpkin
pouff
dirty again.

i enjoy a good, fun nightmare
as much as the next guy
but this is getting tiresome
an exorcism perhaps

so i dreamt i was at school where everything was yellow and we were taking a math test, of course i had no clue as to how to solve the equations, the teacher knew that and said it’s ok, i can buy the credits after school with sex. i was relieved, yet a little disgusted.