disturbia.

i am smoking in my apartment.

i am weirdly paranoid that my neighbours will smell the sweet aroma of pot and want to come and session. haha, no i am paranoid that THEY know.

fuck, sometimes being high is so irritating. who is THEY anyway?

EXACTLY.

i was watching MTV on ROD at K's place today. my super sweet sixteen.

i actually took something from that show:

'sexy is not a look; it's a state of being'
hmm, weirdly i am one with the stupid rich girl on this. she was a major brat, spoiled bitch. fuck, i hate 'rich' kids.
* not kids who are rich--the spoiled ones. the ones that act like they are above you because their 'daddy' is richer than your daddy-o.

ya, well, mine's a rockstar, bitch.

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anyway, after work last night, i sat with stefFUNNY (i adore her) and a NHL hall of famer. true story. he came into the bar to drink and ended up staying until closing time. he sat at the bar; a little meatier than the rookies, silver flowy hockey hair, blackberry constantly in hand--he said 'hello' to SFUNNY and me--ended up smoking a spliff. still had NO idea who the fuck he was. i had heard from ash and B that he was going to be indighted (SPELLING!) into the hall of fame in november.

NHL: so you girls, REALLY, don't know who i am? (smirk)
SFUNNY and HW:(look at eachother) nope!
NHL: (awkward) ha-ha-ha, keep it that way...(starts pacing away)...man...

then we ditched him and hailed a cab.

i didn't like him from the start but i was trying to be nice. FUUUCK being nice. he was so rude and awkward. he called our pot hash. SFUNNY corrected him though. haha, old man.

and he told me that me being an actor is 'funny'. he also told me if i was an actor to recite some script. S-C-R-I-P-T! script. kkkkkk mister.

that's not how it works numbnuts!

HW:(eyes wide)'oh you're right,gee,let me take a breath and begin a wonderful script. it's quite amazing writing. you might have heard of...(sigh) shakespeare's HAMLET?'

he also told me if i DIDNT have a script than that's TOO bad. if he was jerry bruckheimer sitting infront of me and i didn't recite a SCRIPT, than that's TOO bad. he said BAD as if he pitied me. fucker.

if jerry bruckheimer was sitting infront of me--i would have bought him a beer and introduced myself to him and than maybe...have the guts to ask him for a meeting/audition/casting call.

PUHLEASE MISTER NHL. go away and never come back. hasbeen.


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going for coffee on thursday with B. hello, second chances. SECOND? maybe it's third. fuck, with him, i never know where i'm at. we are going as friends. i think. i am going with the mentality of friends because i don't wanna fuck around anymore. and when i get back from otown for tgiving and my 22ND BIRTHDAY, bitches, i will be going for coffee with spinner. well, he doesn't know yet but i am pretty sure he'll be down.

this was fun bloggers, but i must facebook stalk.
LOVE. peace.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxxxoxoxox