I want to, and then I don’t.
it matters none to me.
no one.

Dear Santah,
This year, would you please get me a few I.Q. points?
I promise I’ll be better if I’m smarter.
yours,
Thanos

herro, merry churusimasu.

bow to Jennifer Coolidge. BOW I say.
what real actors are like.
nevermind sir anthony hopkins muthafuckah
how i wish she had been my teacher.

I have 3 days off.
i shall dvd, food, zzzzzz.

and tend to Mary Collins.

what’s that?! huh? oh a booty call.
gotta go.
[yumm]

work, sleep, eat, puke, work, sleep, coffee, work, sleep, coffee, work, have nightmares.

bought a huge christmas tree, the whole house smells of Nordmann Fir, just like it did in 1984.

He’s a liar.

mustering all the courage i can to watch Mulholland Drive again, after 6 years. the impossible, dreaded feeling that something will happen after i see it. this isn’t a film. it’s voodoo.

in more actual news, the wig for my next play has just been ordered and paid for.
wig$$$ are voodoo too. ooo. oo.

me at age 7

i was once innocent and good.

golly the show was so much fun, got shifaced, sucked faces, tortured room service people and saw a beautiful sunset. but this russian disco beat is really all to talk about.
Muzika nas svyazalaaaAAAaaaAAA
[here is a mix-de-bootay of that song]

final night of Fewer Emergencies tonight, flight to the awards show tomorrow morn.

oh how neat, ********* will provide me again with top notch treads for the thing.

and LEST I FORGET.
“I’m close with the cast of ******** that old gang”

Ladies, I’m tracking on down to the beach to jazzercise. Any takers?

[random Hedren goodness]

I’ll be presenting an award at the Film Festival on the 27th November, like I did last year.

and then, I was so done.

and then I was told.

i think nowadays the only people making worse movies than the greeks must be the british; especially in genre films.