As you can see this is how it all began. I was late. Always late. The mental preparation required to adequately wig out and crack under the pressure on top of applying make up just so usually makes one diva at least twenty minutes late. There’s a scene in the Marilyn flick (I’ve watched twice) when Dame Sybil Thorndike (Judi Dench) tells off Sir Laurence Olivier for rattling this poor vulnerable already rattled girl’s nerves over being late to set (granted the more famous you become the more late you can be and she was about 2 hours late and I would never do that) something like there’s more things an actress has to worry about than being on time. That goes through my head when I am layering on my war paint for camera because in my head at the time I am thinking about them all hating on me. I hate being late, it’s a trait of course but, one day when it matters most I will be on time.
They didn’t care though or mind plus we finished up ahead of schedule anyway, I motor-mouthed through the questions and finished before the girls showed up. Show at 5:30 and make me look cool. None of those things happened. Just kidding I always look cool. Which is a topic I waxed poetic on for a tad.
Surane said he studied body language and that interviews taken place across the table from the interview subject and interviewee make things more formal and awkward. The chair to chair thing is disarming and better for secret extraction.
So nice knowing ya Toronto I am moving. Haha.
I love it. So Anchorman. Look what you girls missed. Dumb dumbs.
After my brazillionaire which I had during the talk (I like to keep it Johnny Carson) I had this martini, Apple sidecar? I mix them up. I was a good girl on Saturday. I kind of drink only every other day, diet secret.
Their loud boisterous entrance was funnily timed, like oh look it’s my stupid friends now (whom I adore obvs) and Sundays at Mildred’s Temple between brunch and dinner service are often quiet. “I know things” aka EVERYTHING.
Rebeccablah said she needs this for her place. Yes.
Blink count Jules.
Immaturity forever. I was celelibations central. no just two. I was happy and relieved it was over.
Kay now peep all of rebecca’s different looks.
Oh. I see.
Thank you very much Mildred’s for saving me from cleaning the entire house.
You must be in a hipster band to work at Mildred’s, One guy is in the Russian Futurists seen here. We commiserated over being interview nervous. Another guy is in the Manvils.
We had the charcuterie. Yum.
The girls loved Mildred’s. It is me and teacher’s special place.
Okay cool thanks hi.
I was going to go to Holt yesterday but sat on my ass instead. There is always something in the tickle trunk to put together. I almost sold this dress once.
Such a sense of humour. I love it.
Could have eaten that all over again. The caesar is nice and creamy garlic yum yum delicious. This is not a foodvertorial. Okay I guess it is but it wasn’t meant to be. This is how I’ve always done it. Comb an entire haunt inside and out that I love. Insert it into my story.
Rebecca said this was me. Thank you.
Hiya. How’s it going.
The unisex bathrooms are fun! Especially when a posh elder gent comes in and you’re all cackling away shyly.
No old men were harmed. No they didn’t see this either. It’s only between me, you, and the entire internet plus possibly television too.
Then I went to an 8 year old’s birthday party. Just kidding that’s not me. The dorks took a bunch of pictures of them for what other reason than to just make fun of me again. mmm attention! Lol.
Walk softly. Carry a big stick. Wear your casual shoes and you will be less spastic. Or you can climb a tree if you need to.
French Fires album cover. Yes we are a band. No we do not play.
Hi excuse me I need to fax you a question do you have a minute?
She’s at that hotwkard teenage stage. They grow up so fast.
I am digging my natural frenchie eyebrows. I am excited to be a bit darker, well, longer most of all. Rome was not built in a day.
Kind of cross eyed here.
I want to be in a music video cast as the cougar teacher something. Bucket list.
Rebecca left her jacket in NYC. Are the Yay Cray kids cursed? Jules lost her leather jacket to Salvador Darling. I did too but got it back. Okay back to “other things” of secret natures.