55 posts tagged “conversation”
I was just Googling "high-end consignment stores" AND "Boca Raton" for my mother while she was on the phone from Florida, where she and her friend Jan are driving around looking to score some deals. [Sidenote: I cannot fucking believe I wrote that last sentence.]
Mom: Are you having a Dan in Real Life moment, Molly?
Me: What is that?
Mom: It's this Steve Carrell movie where he goes home for the holidays and he feels like no one in his family is listening to him.
Me: I just think it's fucking horrific that every sentence I start is cut off by someo--
Step Dad: SEANA! LOOK! WE GOT A PACKAGE!
Me: Yup. Molls in Real Life.
Yeah, that'd be my main bitch, aka Momsies
Me: They came… that’s how I sign my name.
Friend: Is that your real signature?
Me: On packages and stuff.
Friend: It looks like a fucking turkey.
I am so sick today. I can't stop barfing. It's not even a hangover situation. I'm gonna make this quick and post pictures tomorrow:
Last night was awesome. The LA cast of Spring Awakening is vibrant, you guys. That's the word I'd use. Seriously talented and spunky kids and at least a few of them had pretty amazing comedic timing. It probably would have completely blown if it wasn't for the cast.
The after party took place in a parking lot Downtown across from the theater. There was a hamburger truck, free booze and pretty much half of young-to-middle aged Hollywood.
After I had about four glasses of wine, I strolled over to one of the dudes who was in the show and said "Hey. I'm Molly. I'm from the internet. I think you're great. Come with me." Then I dragged him over to Kyle from Defamer who was there with us and said "Kyle this is Andy. Andy, we're from the internet."
Then Andy started looking really uncomfortable, like I was going maybe kidnap and rape him. So then this goes down:
Me: OK, Andy. Mama Who Bore Me.
Andy: I wasn't in that number.
Me: Right, but would you not agree that that's kinda the theme song?
Andy: I guess.
Me: OK, you're great. Have a great night. Mama Who Bore Me.
I accidentally just came on to Nick Douglas because I’ve been doing the pot all weekend, not to mention I’m probs getting my period next week and I’m super vulnerable.
Anyway, glad to give Nick some play in the process of getting out
some feelings I’ve needed to express re: nude photos with Alex Goldberg.
Alexis doesn't get mean often, but when she does it's like that crazy sorority girl gone loose in Cabo at some all-inclusive resort where she takes a liking to the taste of Bahama Mamas and a bartender named Stephan who would run away with her if only his wife was dead. When Alexis assumes this persona it's like she's all "I'll kill your fucking wife in a hot second if you promise to never leave me."
Ride-or-die bitch, you guys. That's what she is. Forever.
