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I have to be the single most neglectful person on the whole of livejournal. Okay, probably not, but it sure feels that way to me. I just keep on getting swept into these social engagements (no pun intended), and it leaves practically no time for me to sit down at the computer, type up a few coherent phrases and quips, and turn it back off. Life really is a whirlwind right now, but I wouldn't have it any other way to be honest. Amidst all of the hype and excitement about my "break up," swimming the day away in Miami and pretending to date Marc Anthony, I honestly almost forgot about this thing. I was too busy being the "Spanish Harlot" (I honestly forget what magazine that was in, but I laughed to the point of tears), apparently, to fill you in on my life.
I'm not too sure what's going on, myself. I've been floating from place to place, city to city, country to country. Recently though, it's been back and forth between Miami and Los Angeles. I've taken up litigation against a construction company who completely ruined my home in California, and went on a mission to get my body back into shape after my days spent "agonizing" over my breakup with one Mr. Affleck. I've had to force out one too many falsified quotes on the whole ordeal, and I'm wishing it would go away. I understand that it's nobodys fault but my own, but in hindsight, it's become more of a problem than I was ever prepared to deal with. Ever. I thought I was famous on my own. I thought I was famous during my relationship of convienence. Well both of those are nothing compared to the bullshit I'm getting now. Papparazzi. Press. Women, men, grandmothers -- all yelling at me, or praising me -- for something that wasn't even real. The fallout from this is worse than the fallout from Gigli. Damn you Affleck - and I mean that with all of the love my heart can muster.
In other news, I've just been informed that it's time for a pedicure and a manicure. They sure like to keep me busy. I'll make a hesitant promise to update this thing at least weekly. Maybe I'll turn into one of those Angelina Jolie types that absolutely has to update before seeing the two week mark. It sounds good, even fun, but I doubt I'll remember about this thing two minutes from now. Adios.
I'm not too sure what's going on, myself. I've been floating from place to place, city to city, country to country. Recently though, it's been back and forth between Miami and Los Angeles. I've taken up litigation against a construction company who completely ruined my home in California, and went on a mission to get my body back into shape after my days spent "agonizing" over my breakup with one Mr. Affleck. I've had to force out one too many falsified quotes on the whole ordeal, and I'm wishing it would go away. I understand that it's nobodys fault but my own, but in hindsight, it's become more of a problem than I was ever prepared to deal with. Ever. I thought I was famous on my own. I thought I was famous during my relationship of convienence. Well both of those are nothing compared to the bullshit I'm getting now. Papparazzi. Press. Women, men, grandmothers -- all yelling at me, or praising me -- for something that wasn't even real. The fallout from this is worse than the fallout from Gigli. Damn you Affleck - and I mean that with all of the love my heart can muster.
In other news, I've just been informed that it's time for a pedicure and a manicure. They sure like to keep me busy. I'll make a hesitant promise to update this thing at least weekly. Maybe I'll turn into one of those Angelina Jolie types that absolutely has to update before seeing the two week mark. It sounds good, even fun, but I doubt I'll remember about this thing two minutes from now. Adios.