They are casting for season three. I need to write an email or make a video explaining why I am bad girl. I am thinking video. These bitches are craze. So this has to be some next level insane stuff.
What should I do? Let’s brainstorm ideas.
I have really bad luck. I have really bad everything. There are squirrels living in my apartment, the boy who lived with me went on tour never to pay rent/return again, my car has been stolen for the fourth time, my cat died, Melissa is moving to Texas, my intern is writing anonymous comments about me on the internet, I have to live in Philly, someone stole my wallet from my birthday party, Cory Kennedy is trying to ruin my life, I hit a parked car, I gained 15 pounds, I miss LA….Stop. End. Keep going? Read more »
(classic photo of me listening to my purse while Gina calls my phone)
I was hanging out with by Asian DJ friend and his brother one night. Asian DJ is prolly the only other person my age who gets as drunk as me. His brother announces he does not drink due to that “Asian flush” thing. He points to DJ friend and informs me thats why he gets so drunk. Drunker than everyone in the room, I stop and ask, “I’m not Asian, right? Why do I get so drunk?” Everyone laughed, but I was half serious.
I am really bad at drinking. Read more »
So I started to feel like death last night. Fever. Gross. I couldn’t sleep. I lied here half awake having these weirdo sorta dreams. I actually fell asleep at some point when it was light out. I woke up feeling still all fevery and weird at 2. I literally picked up my phone thinking I was in LA and I needed to call Cinespace to tell them I was sick. The combination of texts from Olivia and Steve Aoki made me pause look around and realize where I was. ug.
My Macbook has water damage. I am ignoring facing this fact. This PC i have been using has a virus. And won’t let me open up any new applications to solve the matter. My air mattress has too many holes. I have resorted to sleeping on the ground.
I’m like Jessica Alba in that crappy Dane Cook movie or Rupunsel with extensions. Should I kiss a frog, live in a bubble like John Travolta in that weirdo movie, or eat Cheetos off the floor of the Chinatown bus?
My Macbook won’t turn on. I am trying to use my PC, but it’s old, retarded, and the desktop is a picture of my dead cat. The broken Macbook is on one side of the office. The retarded PC on the other side. I am trying to use Felipe’s computer which is stressing me out more than the other two combined, due to the fact like half the keys get stuck when you type. Sam just walked over to me and I burst into tears.
I found this list in a notebook from some discussion Brooke, Melissa, and me had in the car one day. (I used to write things down before I had a Blackberry.) I am unclear exactly who said what or what “dogs?” is referring to….
What ridiculous things make you guys cry?
Me and Sally have been Ichat-ing Annie videos back and forth for an undisclosed amount of time. This is my favorite song. I forgot it was until, um now. I love it more than Part of Your World from the Slutty Mermaid.
No big deal, I don’t care…I want more!!!!!
