lesborella

I know that I only have around 3 or 4 people who read my journal and it's really a shame for so many people in suicide Girls to be missing out. I'm terrifically entertaining. Unless there are a lot of people reading it but not leaving comments. For instance, I often read Voltaires journal. OK, I read her journal religiously. I find her life to be fascinating. I commented once because I thought it was only polite. But shes wildly popular so I dont think she has time to make any new friends. But if youre lurking and enjoying my journal please say hello. And if you want to invite your friends to read my journal please do so. I would love to have more friends in Suicide Girls.

I had the most interesting dream the other night. It was unusual because I was in it. I found out recently that my dreams are unusual because Im rarely a participant in them. Instead they play out like sitcoms in front of me, and are generally populated by B-level celebrities and not by people that I actually know. I dont know why I rarely have A list celebrities in my dreams. I dont know if its an issue of budgetary constraints, or perhaps some type of union rules. I think it is probably more likely that I would find it distracting. Like remember in the end of A Bronx Tale when Joe Pesci shows up. And all you can think is, Hey, its Joe Pesci! so I would probably wake up if anyone really famous made an appearance. The other thing is that Im so fucking magnanimous, that Im probably trying to help these B-Listers by giving them work.

Any way, I dreamt that I was in a library and I want to say it was a Temple library, like the one I used to go to when I was a child and was in religious school. Buz Crain was there who was a guy I used to go to High School with. Now I know this sort of breaks my rule about not knowing people in my dreams, but its not a hard and fast rule. And anyways, Buz is dead. He was killed by a drunk driver about fifteen years ago, so as far as Im concerned Buz can go wherever the fuck he wants.

Anyway, I wasnt sitting with Buz. I was sitting with Andrew McCarthy and someone else I dont remember. It may have been Hank Azaria, who you might argue is approaching A list but come on, you know he isnt.

anyway I kept trying to get this book off the shelf but these girls were sitting in front of it so I kept having to reach around them and when I got back to my table I would realize I had the wrong book. So Andrew McCarthy Suggested we go get lunch at The Spice Market which is a very nice restaurant in NYC. So we went there and immediately I needed to go to the bathroom. the bathroom was really crowded and the bottoms of the urinals were about chest high. Now Im not a fan of urinals to begin with, and there was no way I could use a rinal that was chest high. So I left the bathroom and there was a little antechamber with sinks in it and there was a beautiful midget with long blonde hair vomiting into the sink. I got a little bit of vomit on me. Nothing big and chunky, just a little splatter. And yet I still took the time to make sure she was OK. Then I woke up.

Ill end with a story about something that actually happened. I went to PetSmart the other day and they had a big sign on the door that said they tested all of their employees for illicit drug use. I thought to myself that this seemd unfortunate. Because PetSmart would seem like a pretty good place to let people on drugs work. Its pretty relaxed, and its not like they operate heavy machinery. Well I think they do have a forklift. so that guy shouldnt use drugs. Maybe he can use some pot, but not too much. Everybody else should be able to use whatever they want. I mean the register has a price scanner in it and everyone uses credit cards. Its not like theyre punching in numbers or making change. Thats all for now. Please make sure to check out my friend Jessie who has recently gone pink, and is now showing everyone her boobies.