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The Pope makes miracles.
Take this little incident: My co-stars kept going on and on about how the church should grant John Paul II immediate sainthood. I said to them: “If he could make miracles, he’d find a way for me to get out of dreary countries and get me to some place where there’s SUN.”
This morning our director comes and says, “Next week we’re shooting the final wrap of the film in Los Angeles.”
Fucking unbelievable! A miracle! I was a skeptic but now I’m a believer. If I had known that I could’ve asked for something else, more along the lines of a sexy/dirty night with someone like Jude Law. Haha. Sigh.
Kidding aside, last night I was in Maestre, a town near Venice, presenting the Interpol concert. I’m sure that after last night they’re gonna think that all Italian girls are crackheads. Before the concert there was an interview session where I began with telling them that I didn’t think that the Italian public had made them feel too important and that I was going to make it up to them. I do this crazy stripteaseque move where I rip my shirt open and have this bra on that has lights that flash, “Viva Interpol,” in red. Yes. Exactly. Don’t even begin to ask.
Lately I’ve been kind of “out of control” so to speak. I seem to spend more time on TV than anywhere else nowadays, if it’s not my own show, I’m on other people’s shows or on talk shows. I think this whole interest from the public has sparked when a few weeks ago for the Italian edition of Vanity Fair I made the following statement: “By 2006 I’ll be married.”
People are placing bets on who my so-called future husband could possibly be since I haven’t made any claims of being with anyone, nor has the journalists been able to identify any “mystery lovers”.
I just find it all pretty amusing.
Jay left for Germany, Nick has decided to still remain, which makes me happy cos I still have one half of the so-called “entourage”.
Oh…I think I should warn Marilyn Manson, cos June 7, I’ll be presenting his concert in Milan. Don’t worry I won’t attempt to pull another schizo episode as I did with Interpol, I’ll just substitute the flashing lights with blood and glitter.
Take this little incident: My co-stars kept going on and on about how the church should grant John Paul II immediate sainthood. I said to them: “If he could make miracles, he’d find a way for me to get out of dreary countries and get me to some place where there’s SUN.”
This morning our director comes and says, “Next week we’re shooting the final wrap of the film in Los Angeles.”
Fucking unbelievable! A miracle! I was a skeptic but now I’m a believer. If I had known that I could’ve asked for something else, more along the lines of a sexy/dirty night with someone like Jude Law. Haha. Sigh.
Kidding aside, last night I was in Maestre, a town near Venice, presenting the Interpol concert. I’m sure that after last night they’re gonna think that all Italian girls are crackheads. Before the concert there was an interview session where I began with telling them that I didn’t think that the Italian public had made them feel too important and that I was going to make it up to them. I do this crazy stripteaseque move where I rip my shirt open and have this bra on that has lights that flash, “Viva Interpol,” in red. Yes. Exactly. Don’t even begin to ask.
Lately I’ve been kind of “out of control” so to speak. I seem to spend more time on TV than anywhere else nowadays, if it’s not my own show, I’m on other people’s shows or on talk shows. I think this whole interest from the public has sparked when a few weeks ago for the Italian edition of Vanity Fair I made the following statement: “By 2006 I’ll be married.”
People are placing bets on who my so-called future husband could possibly be since I haven’t made any claims of being with anyone, nor has the journalists been able to identify any “mystery lovers”.
I just find it all pretty amusing.
Jay left for Germany, Nick has decided to still remain, which makes me happy cos I still have one half of the so-called “entourage”.
Oh…I think I should warn Marilyn Manson, cos June 7, I’ll be presenting his concert in Milan. Don’t worry I won’t attempt to pull another schizo episode as I did with Interpol, I’ll just substitute the flashing lights with blood and glitter.