fil took all the pillows away from me and then had the most boring loudest conversation on the fone so now i am awake despite staying up ’til 2 reading.

last nite i met with samir to discuss our movie. i read him the song lyrics i wrote that fil said sounded like RUSH so we ended up singing them all nite long. then i bumped into the girl who hooked me up with working online and she told me i had called my old roommate whilst in LA and totally manic and mumbled a bunch of crap at him like i was on meth, woah. also my other roommate left him with a 400 phone bill, not cool! i said the yeah it’s good to see you line and she played up the being weirded-out role pretty well and said i had tried to sleep with her boyfriend, not true. yes i slipped him my number behind her back and no they weren’t dating she had bumped into him at a bar previous to the party we were at, also he told her what i did and she chastised me, granted, but he still fucking called me a week later, whatever, fucking weird. i was drunk and thought it was a good idea at the time.

samir and i fought about celebrity-dom last nite and he told a super long story about doing this movie with a bunch of stars in LA and said it meant nothing and me, drunklor loud-talking at the beaconsfield say that’s cos you don’t know what minimal celebrity-dom feels like, I DO! AND I WANT MORE!

he says he would just rather have tons of money and i agree but i think being a celebrity is the easiest way to go about it, i don’t have to type out any formal documents or use a protractor, i think i just want the money and the lifestyle because i am greedy.