there’s my neice. she is almost 6. she is exactly like my brother and sometimes me. when she comes over i put make-up all over her and then jesse gets mad and then i just put on more. neice got caught stealing and didn’t get in very much trouble kuz she’s so damn cute. i tried to tell her, look, you’re not always going to get away with shit like this and she wasn’t listening. i was walking around my room looking for a towel or a sock and then we started talking about stickers.

so i get a call at quarter to 7 am from gopi regarding the email i sent about the hip hop commercial and the pay is super dirt but like who calls before it is even 7 in the morning? meh. so i dunno. i gotta learn more details about the whole damn thing and see if it’s for real. the dude said i get to keep the uber professional demo and like pass it around to others but who is interested in seeing that?

i pounded a vodka tonic right before the interview thing. i had to take off my shoes to be weighed and my socks didn’t match. finally got some liquid silk jammin’ juice. alright alright. magnolia is on. it’s great. i like how tom cruise has a flip out in every movie he is in. it’s great it’s great.

i am feeling mega-stressed.

i passed out on the train ride back and i had a dumb asleep face. i threw out a chicken sammich in a fit of rage.

i stuck blythe’s legs in my twat.

i’m going to move into the backyard.

ya so they wanted to send me out right away this week but i being an immigrant did not have the registration fee monies so i have to money order that shizazz and when i do i will be in a cocktail dress at the oscars.

and this blog is not my only legacy. people seem to think because this person has a journal that is viewable online that their whole damn life is in it and so they think that is all you are like i’m sorry i leave out the shit about me not being a useless moron you’re obviously smart enough to conclude that on yer lonesome.