we dress our days in silken robes
I thought I would just let everyone know that I actually do exist. I've been increasingly bored lately but havn't been able to bring myself to do much anything outside of work, which has just started back up. I spend down-time either napping or walking around like a zombie, running into things and not noticing. Maybe I'm getting sick or something, but it's a good change I'm just being a lazy drag.
But otherwise, Mischa and I have basically just been living it up when the night time hits. She's been saying that she needs to go home eventually, but I don't want to let her. The funny thing is that the entire public eye knows that she's 18, yet we both get let into any bar and any club in the area. But shit, if I was a bouncer I wouldn't refuse Mischa fucking Barton. LOOK AT THAT GIRL she's gorgeous, or at least way taller than I am.
I'm not going to go on and on about filming and my career because contrary to popular belief, I am neither vain, nor an attention whore - which is also why I refuse to give into self-indulging trends like those "Give Me 6,000 Reasons Why I'm Super-Hot" surveys floating around like the AIDS virus.
But otherwise, Mischa and I have basically just been living it up when the night time hits. She's been saying that she needs to go home eventually, but I don't want to let her. The funny thing is that the entire public eye knows that she's 18, yet we both get let into any bar and any club in the area. But shit, if I was a bouncer I wouldn't refuse Mischa fucking Barton. LOOK AT THAT GIRL she's gorgeous, or at least way taller than I am.
I'm not going to go on and on about filming and my career because contrary to popular belief, I am neither vain, nor an attention whore - which is also why I refuse to give into self-indulging trends like those "Give Me 6,000 Reasons Why I'm Super-Hot" surveys floating around like the AIDS virus.