Jan 15, 2004 00:28
Fearless got cancelled even though those bitchass punks at the studio asked me to say it was still on for months. Yeah, make me look like the fuckup. Ian, this is all your fault.
So that must mean I'm looking for work. You know the digits, babydog. Anyway, none of that's important, what's important is that I'm in LA searching for Mike Vogel. He is not even at his momma's house so I don't know what's wrong. I'mma spend a little more time with Raven here and there when she ain't busy being the PYT she is. Brittany has been trying to look me up at the phone number I had to get replaced when that one Trishelle girl kept calling me all halfcrazy. I'mma take you to dinner, girl, don't you worry. Hope Roscoe's still hits the spot now that you're some bigass elite Hollywood star, right? ;)
Oh yeah and I went to see Mandy and Ethan and Sean Paul. I think Willa might'a been there, too. That coulda been Betty, too, though, so I dunno. Mandy Moore can pack the bowl like none other. That's some good times right there. Sean is gonna guest on the next Fredalba record, I can see it now. Andrew Keegan added me, and if you ever saw Teenage Caveman you would understand the semi I popped when I saw that unbolded username on my friends-of. Playin'. Maybe.