Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
in other news, LOOK magazine is out
go read my ass
makes for fascinating reading
snort
in other news, LOOK magazine is out
go read my ass
makes for fascinating reading
snort
for greek easter we went to Hydra island with M.
do you want a lollAy?
yes please
haven’t got any
I ate ’em all
hair. now. gone tomorrow.
woke up at 4am with clenched teef.
did I do right?
did I do wrong?
now:
does Heidi exist?
and Grandpa?
request:
can I come over. and stay?
in other news, I’ve developed what appears to be a very acute sixth sense,
go on, pick a question; I’ll know the answer.
Been fantasizing again about 50s New York. As it is, living here, today, I feel so cheated.
a young Joan C. teaches you the look of love.
in other news, I lost my cell phone
but it was found in M.’s bathroom.
in closing, it’s deafeningly quiet in the twilight zone.
but very loud in other areas, in other parts of the cosmos.
sometimes. you can hope for answers in the most wrong places.
usually. they’re inanimate.
often. you persist.
never. will it come to anything.
can’t shake off the notion that I was hit by one of those old egyptian curses.
getting my shit together to go to Korinthos for my last scene in this movie.
what fun it will be. n stuff.
I’m 100% 50-50.
i just met a girl who looked just like Belladonna, she was so sweet n stuff.
about to jump into a cold swimming pool with my clothes on, for a photo, for a mag.
then I’ll buy two suits.
then I’ll cut XXXXX’s hair.
then I’ll send a Blythe that I restored, home to her owner.
then.
in othah news, Valse Sentimentale did so well in the box office, it got anothah week playing at the Trianon theater. The yay!
it’s been a long time since it rained and I didn’t find solace in it.
in fact, never before.
if i lose the rain,
I’ll lose a lot more than that.
i’m rather retarded. n stuff.
off to the film’s premiere. lots of friends are-a-coming.
hope i dont get lynched.
my first day of shooting,
ate about 25 mussels during a scene, no side effects though.
and nearly broke my hand banging it on the table, the pissed off mobster I was.
only one take of everything, one can only pray and hope.
when the day was done, I was drained and suicidal.
life is best when you’re faking it. then what.
in other news, i find it exceedingly difficult to figure out Captchas. I spend minutes trying to decipher the fuckers, each time. Alzheimer’s? Dyslexia? Retardation? Old age? a fine cocktail of all the aboves? isn’t life complicated enough?