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[08 Feb 2012|02:43pm] |
I left myself a note last night that said, and I quote: Fuck the wagon, man. The wagon is a piece of shit. P.S. There's a guy named Bennett at Capitol that has your shoes.
I think that's bad.
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| xx7 |
[03 Dec 2011|11:00am] |
( Private )
My mom really, really wants me to go on her show as a guest judge. I just can't see the benefit of being on television next to her and trying not to laugh at all the terrible singing. Besides--who am I to judge? I sound like nails on a freaking chalkboard.
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[24 Sep 2011|09:12pm] |
Last night, someone turned to me and said, "without me, you'd never be able to say you partied with a midget!"
I need to get out of Los Angeles, and I need to get new friends. Bonus points will be awarded to friends who don't snort blow off the sink in a public bathroom.
Though maybe this is just a way to distract from the fact that I still don't know what the fuck to do about the Arena. Maybe snorting blow wouldn't be such a bad idea right now. Christ. We're so fucked.
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| xx5 |
[25 Aug 2011|10:55pm] |
( Private to Hunter )
Being sober is a lot more boring than I remember it being before.
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| xx4 |
[01 Jun 2011|11:08pm] |
( Private to Hunter. )
I think my mom just asked me through her agent to be a guest judge on her reality television show. I don't think she understands just how horrific a prospect that is for me; and not just because I'd have to sit there and listen to people who can't sing attempt to do so.
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| xx3 |
[09 May 2011|07:59pm] |
I so did not miss L.A. Was there always this much smog? This is ass.
( Private to Hunter )
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| xx2 |
[17 Mar 2011|12:54am] |
I just watched Shrek in Russian.
I may still be a little drunk.
The last thing I remember from last night was that bitch going for a knife in her Ed Hardy purse. There's no blood anywhere, but I'm also not wearing the same clothes I had on last night.
If anyone sees my face on the news, well, give me a heads up. Still trying to locate my feet.
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| xx1 |
[02 Mar 2011|03:13pm] |
This cat, I swear to god. I don't know what I was thinking keeping it. It's the meanest thing on four legs I've ever seen. Hisses at everything, scratches whenever you get too close, smells bad no matter how often I bathe it. It's just a mess. I should really just give the thing away. I don't have enough time to look after an animal anyway.
I guess that's not really true. I actually have too much time on my hands. It's actually kind of embarrassing.
I hear the McDonald's up the street is hiring. Maybe I should put in an application. Getting fat could be a fun look for me.
But I digress. Good people of the boards, tell me; how does one calm a bipolar cat the hell down?
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