I loooooooooooooooathe our celeb-obsessed culture.
My manager is all on this kick about "if you want to be WW, we have to get you 'out there' so people know who you are". Blah blah blah. So I HAVE to go to these gay-ass stupid dumb parties and make sure I get tons of stupid pics taken (when I've gone to public events like that before I kinda just hid from the camera). And I HAVE to act like it matters to me, and like I don't think all these fucking wannabes (myself included) are lame, and the people clicking away w/their cams are even lamer.
I am so not a publicity whore. Honestly, I could care less if people know who the fuck I am or not. And who the fuck cares if I have a gajillion pics of me w/a cheesy grin and my boobs hanging out standing next to fucking Flavor Flav or some other retarded-ass faux "celebrity". Blech. I hate this whole stupid process. I've already met w/the PTB on this...Why can't my mad acting skills and total WW-ness be the only things that matter? Oy.
Showbiz is stupid. And people that give a crap about celebrities (particularly d-list has-beens and reality "stars"...ick) are stupid too.
One of these days, I shall move to a wonderful place where people don't care about things like this...Somewhere beautiful and mythical where people don't care about all this superficial bullshit and only care about what REALLY matters in life...Somewhere amazing...like...I dunno...fucking Albuquerque or some shit. *sigh*
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On a bright note, I STILL haven't gotten myself off since that last crazy day I was telling you guys about (which has been really hard, lemme tell ya!!!) So, is, like, 2 days good enough to say I've regained self-control? I say yes.
Love you guys!
My manager is all on this kick about "if you want to be WW, we have to get you 'out there' so people know who you are". Blah blah blah. So I HAVE to go to these gay-ass stupid dumb parties and make sure I get tons of stupid pics taken (when I've gone to public events like that before I kinda just hid from the camera). And I HAVE to act like it matters to me, and like I don't think all these fucking wannabes (myself included) are lame, and the people clicking away w/their cams are even lamer.
I am so not a publicity whore. Honestly, I could care less if people know who the fuck I am or not. And who the fuck cares if I have a gajillion pics of me w/a cheesy grin and my boobs hanging out standing next to fucking Flavor Flav or some other retarded-ass faux "celebrity". Blech. I hate this whole stupid process. I've already met w/the PTB on this...Why can't my mad acting skills and total WW-ness be the only things that matter? Oy.
Showbiz is stupid. And people that give a crap about celebrities (particularly d-list has-beens and reality "stars"...ick) are stupid too.
One of these days, I shall move to a wonderful place where people don't care about things like this...Somewhere beautiful and mythical where people don't care about all this superficial bullshit and only care about what REALLY matters in life...Somewhere amazing...like...I dunno...fucking Albuquerque or some shit. *sigh*
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On a bright note, I STILL haven't gotten myself off since that last crazy day I was telling you guys about (which has been really hard, lemme tell ya!!!) So, is, like, 2 days good enough to say I've regained self-control? I say yes.
Love you guys!
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much less celebrity bs. but then you have long cold ass winters.
I love you and want to rub up against you. HAhHHAHAHA