Friday, September 26, 2008

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Pepper, bitches

If I go, and I may-- please, watch Pepper tweet@: HonkyBitch

I swear.

Sunday, September 21, 2008


The letter X is my favorite letter because as far as letters and general workload go, this little fucker does a lot.

X represents all the previous dick I've dated. And that's not a value judgment, either.

X represents everything glo-sticks, binky suckers, butterfly wings, and wide motherfucking jeans from from the rave days (oh, and just jared pees his pants now because I slip on a peg-legged or baggy cuffed little bitch, please.)(just fuck off, just btw)

X represents anything christ or cross-ish. For example, X-tians, and what's a good cross example? I don't know. I don't have to.

X-treme - I guess that means extra, extra, extra ... what? Testosterone? XXXXtra Mounatin Dew? Ooh, X-Games!!! Note to self: tap one of those rad fucks the minute contract is up. LOL!

XXX - Okay, I said it. X has never looked better than with her triplet sisters. N'ough said?

Okay, gotta go - wish me a break-a-leg perf tonight. Ooof, steady.

Friday, September 19, 2008


They say no press is bad press. Still they have no idea how things like this tighten the screws for me. What is the lesser of two evils I ask myself?

The one thing about a play is that for that two hours I really get to be someone else. An entirely new and different world. No protesting, from within or without. They get to be anonymous, I do not and somehow it does not seem very fair. Not sure how much longer I can do this. Not sure.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008


I choose to wear the jeans that make me feel best on any given day given my FUCKING MOOD SWING THAT DAY. Alright, Just Jared? They are JUST FUCKING JEANS JARED.

Whew. Yay. I feel better. Off to rehearsal.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Hair Wars, it's on!

You sick bitch.


One word: scare crow.

VMAs and all that

Is everything really about if I wear pegged leg jeans or flats (designer) or boots? I wish. No, it is going to come to Rhianna's hair. As if. Mine is real, girl. Nothing hanging out the back of it to say, "Hey, notice me singing (lyp-ing) twice on the VMA shitspace Awards. Please. One word: WHERE WAS SHAKIRA? WHERE WAS HER AWARD???

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Soooo busy

I'm about to barf. Come to think of it, I have been barfing, a lot lately. Oh, well.
Lots happening. Not sure what to say really. This Michael Phelps seems... I see news about him all over the place. Now, that's a contract I'd consider, LOL!!!!!!

I'd have his babies and I don't even think I'd have many demands. Wait, one. Close your mouth every once in a while sweetness. Okay, off to "the job."