Imports, Exports
God. Jesus God Almighty. In so many ways, I feel selfish for feeling discontent with my life. It could be so much worse - I know that. I tell myself that so often.
So...an update is in order - on several levels.
- I ended up seeing Harry Potter alone 2 weeks ago. It was probably for the best. I saw it tonight again...alone at Grauman's Chinese Theatre. It's HUGE! And I could definitely see it again tomorrow. I got so tense and into the last 20 minutes. I love it.
- I finished Deathly Hallows and without saying a thing that would spoil one bit of the text, I laughed, I cried, I screamed in anger AND joy...it had everything the final book should have. It was truly a masterpiece. A piece of a masterful effort on the part of J.K Rowling. I've always been baffled by the concept of the autograph - but I would like her John Hancock on the inside cover of my book. Wow.
- Entertainment Tonight is going....it's going. I hit a big speedbump last week and this week. It's abundantly clear that if I'm to move up, it will be on my own accord - not courtesy of my vicious beast of a boss, Donna....whom I've appropriately entitled "DonnaFella Versace" But I love workin on the Paramount studio lot. It's amazing. Just....amazing.
- Coffee Bean is my morning job before my ET night job and it is great for meeting celebrities and beautiful beautiful people of all kinds. I especially love Paris Hilton's #1 gay....who comes in looking orange as ...a synthetic bronze orange tan, and wrinkled clothes that cost more than my year's lease in my Hollywood studio, with her signature cologne on, which smells something like Paris Hilton sex...which happens to be a strange mix of fake tanning lotion, new cell-phone, and artificial sincerity.
- At long last, an update about Jonny. Jonny and I talk...once a day or so, not more than twice. The ground rules have never been more clear for our friendship: it will have no trace or essence of the past and any behaviors or language of any kind pertaining to a more-than-platonic relationship will not be tolerated. It's the only way it'll work as us being casual friends. I'm training him now. He's learning...disappointed that he can't have his cake and eat it too, but he's learning. My quote "You can't have me like before and have Hawaii. Never again." I thank Kelly Clarkson for that last part. So finally....finally....I'm in control. He hated it at first...I mean vocally resisted it and tried to get me to believe we could phone-sex it up one last time and "go out with a bang" - but I'm serious this time. We've reached a happy medium ground where the friendship he couldn't give up can continue and the friendship I don't really thrive off of anymore can no longer damage me from opening up to another guy in a romantic sense.
- And as a spin-off from that last thought, romance is quite a distant thought these days. With 16-18 hour days, I don't have much time for romance. And ....I don't know how to feel about that. I know that I can't hear "The way you look tonight" without losing my shit. But I'm hangin in there.
I'm hangin. I guess that's all I can do.
Having Courtney Linton here as NY's latest import makes life 200 times easier. She is basically my rock up here. And while other rocks seemingly crumbled...she's strong. Funny how that is. Welcome to Hollywood, Ms. Linton.
<><><>Later dayz...
So...an update is in order - on several levels.
- I ended up seeing Harry Potter alone 2 weeks ago. It was probably for the best. I saw it tonight again...alone at Grauman's Chinese Theatre. It's HUGE! And I could definitely see it again tomorrow. I got so tense and into the last 20 minutes. I love it.
- I finished Deathly Hallows and without saying a thing that would spoil one bit of the text, I laughed, I cried, I screamed in anger AND joy...it had everything the final book should have. It was truly a masterpiece. A piece of a masterful effort on the part of J.K Rowling. I've always been baffled by the concept of the autograph - but I would like her John Hancock on the inside cover of my book. Wow.
- Entertainment Tonight is going....it's going. I hit a big speedbump last week and this week. It's abundantly clear that if I'm to move up, it will be on my own accord - not courtesy of my vicious beast of a boss, Donna....whom I've appropriately entitled "DonnaFella Versace" But I love workin on the Paramount studio lot. It's amazing. Just....amazing.
- Coffee Bean is my morning job before my ET night job and it is great for meeting celebrities and beautiful beautiful people of all kinds. I especially love Paris Hilton's #1 gay....who comes in looking orange as ...a synthetic bronze orange tan, and wrinkled clothes that cost more than my year's lease in my Hollywood studio, with her signature cologne on, which smells something like Paris Hilton sex...which happens to be a strange mix of fake tanning lotion, new cell-phone, and artificial sincerity.
- At long last, an update about Jonny. Jonny and I talk...once a day or so, not more than twice. The ground rules have never been more clear for our friendship: it will have no trace or essence of the past and any behaviors or language of any kind pertaining to a more-than-platonic relationship will not be tolerated. It's the only way it'll work as us being casual friends. I'm training him now. He's learning...disappointed that he can't have his cake and eat it too, but he's learning. My quote "You can't have me like before and have Hawaii. Never again." I thank Kelly Clarkson for that last part. So finally....finally....I'm in control. He hated it at first...I mean vocally resisted it and tried to get me to believe we could phone-sex it up one last time and "go out with a bang" - but I'm serious this time. We've reached a happy medium ground where the friendship he couldn't give up can continue and the friendship I don't really thrive off of anymore can no longer damage me from opening up to another guy in a romantic sense.
- And as a spin-off from that last thought, romance is quite a distant thought these days. With 16-18 hour days, I don't have much time for romance. And ....I don't know how to feel about that. I know that I can't hear "The way you look tonight" without losing my shit. But I'm hangin in there.
I'm hangin. I guess that's all I can do.
Having Courtney Linton here as NY's latest import makes life 200 times easier. She is basically my rock up here. And while other rocks seemingly crumbled...she's strong. Funny how that is. Welcome to Hollywood, Ms. Linton.
<><><>Later dayz...