41 posts tagged “hollywood”
The meeting actually went really, really well. I was just still grumpy from my sleep.
But yeah, that Suzanne Sommers thing made an impact on me.
So I was talking to one of the people who I'm working on my new show with and I was being a superhag and talking trash about people who I think suck at their jobs/acting/living in LA/attempting to pursue more than mediocrity and she sent me this in regard to the type of person I was talking about:
“‘Is she unhappy?’
‘Girls of that age are always unhappy.’
‘Love, I suppose.’
‘I don’t think she’s had love yet. She feels she’s somebody very special and she’s just beginning to realize that she’s not very talented.’
‘That sounds like the human condition.’”
—
Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince
Like, it never really feels good to shit talk people, you guys. It never really like, gets my rocks off or what have you, but when people get under your skin and you express it and someone else is able to justify why that person makes you wanna slap 'em in the face real hard, it feels awesome.
[Update: My b! Apparently it all comes back to the awesome Tyler Coates.]
Palin MOOSE at the Roosevelt on Halloween!! - m4w - 33 (Hollywood)
Reply to: pers-903482047@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-11-02, 7:05PM PST
I was 'Joe 6-pack (for obama)' and you were the super cute Sarah Palin.
You and your friends had a room there, but they were in a fight, and we
had a great time talking. We lost each other at the bathrooms...total
bummer...
[via craigslist]
Without passing any judgment of course, these two people sound too Hollywood Cheese Ball Nightmare to be true. Can you imagine a scenario where two people who lack creativity on such a high level find each other at the good ol' Roosevelt Hotel but are torn apart because of drunken, fighting girlfriends and what most likely was some sort of incident that arose in the bathroom?
Kill yourself.
to the girl at the girl talk concert - 24 (Hollywood)
Reply to: pers-893356940@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2008-10-25, 7:37PM PDT
You gave my friend a hand job on the dance floor. I would have liked one too.
Oh, that's just some Rasinettes in my popcorn tonight at the movies because my eating is out of control. I didn't eat until 5 today. Then I ate sushi. Then I did this. You guys, I gross myself out with my food behavior.
In the car on the way to sushi Ed was asking me about the Daniel Craig interview and he asked me how I felt about it. I answered, "So nervous", which sent him off on this long tangent about how girls at BC used to say it exactly that way after taking a final. When we got to the area and parked, I made him tell me all about it for the camera.
ZANE was at the art opening that Alexis and I went to last night with her friend Dana. I took three things away from the evening:
1) When you're willing yourself to get plastered, you can make it happen pretty quickly and off of two glasses of free white wine.
2) Models look great naked.
3) ZANE.
Let me tell ya: I don't give a fuck about celebrities unless they are this kind of celebrity. Had I been in a room with Denzel or Hanks, I'd be all "yeah, whatever-- they are just like us. Chill out." I just don't care enough to make a big deal unless it's ZANE or like, Adrienne Curry from Top Model or maybe Pat Sajack or something. Those are the people I lose my shit over. Just because I am the chick who now officially used to be from Defamer, doesn't mean I'm going to rat you out if we're at a party and you're shoving drugs up your nose or being a total cunt (ZANE was doing neither of these things.) I don't get paid to ruin lives, but I live to ZANE.
