Eighty-six. What the hell was that?
Everybody give a thank-you to Marla for helping me in my hour of posting need.
Thank you, Marla!
I cannot tell you why I dropped off the face of the universe. I mean, I could, but then I would have to kill you, and where would I hide those bodies? Mess, mess, mess. It's better not to ask me. It all boils down to this: Technology hates me.
No, I'm serious. If it plugs into a socket or requires batteries, it is out to get me. It's here to make me cry and shatter under my delicate recently-blonde fingertips. This includes computers - I've now gone through three, and if this had happened when I started here I'd have fled screaming from the wonderful world of laptops - my flattening iron, which caught on fire (on FIRE!!), two cellphones in as many months, the CD player in my little car, one of my treadmills to work out on, and last but certainly not least, my favorite vibrator. I'm posting this with bated breath, wondering if I'm going to break Livejournal.
Note: If Livejournal breaks, I DIDN'T DO IT. Do NOT go around blaming Mena Suvari for that. Nuh uh. WASN'T ME.
What's been happening with me? Divorced now, I thought I needed a date, but that really wasn't working out so well when I fell off the planet. So I'd rather enjoy being single, and you can all help me out with that, I'm sure. Domino debuted and dropped off the radar immediately, which is a pity and a shame, but them's the breaks. Rumor Has It will no doubt do better: that's what a Christmas release can do for you. I have not been making out with pretty girls or pretty boys, getting married to my personal trainer in Australia, or becoming a crazy cat lady...much. I have been involved in Scott Caan's first directorial project with Giovanni Ribisi, Lynn Collins, and Don Cheadle. I have not become a Scientologist or gone underground due to stalking. I have been complimented on my sense of personal style and for going back to being a blonde to celebrate dumping the ex.
I really need to clean up my friendslist, but that has to wait until I'm sure this computer won't explode. Tell me who to add, I beg of you. I also really need to host Guerilla Celebrity Rocky Horror as promised earlier, and to become the social whore you all know I am under the homebody veneer.
Somebody make me an organic mojito, I'm back. For real this time.
Thank you, Marla!
I cannot tell you why I dropped off the face of the universe. I mean, I could, but then I would have to kill you, and where would I hide those bodies? Mess, mess, mess. It's better not to ask me. It all boils down to this: Technology hates me.
No, I'm serious. If it plugs into a socket or requires batteries, it is out to get me. It's here to make me cry and shatter under my delicate recently-blonde fingertips. This includes computers - I've now gone through three, and if this had happened when I started here I'd have fled screaming from the wonderful world of laptops - my flattening iron, which caught on fire (on FIRE!!), two cellphones in as many months, the CD player in my little car, one of my treadmills to work out on, and last but certainly not least, my favorite vibrator. I'm posting this with bated breath, wondering if I'm going to break Livejournal.
Note: If Livejournal breaks, I DIDN'T DO IT. Do NOT go around blaming Mena Suvari for that. Nuh uh. WASN'T ME.
What's been happening with me? Divorced now, I thought I needed a date, but that really wasn't working out so well when I fell off the planet. So I'd rather enjoy being single, and you can all help me out with that, I'm sure. Domino debuted and dropped off the radar immediately, which is a pity and a shame, but them's the breaks. Rumor Has It will no doubt do better: that's what a Christmas release can do for you. I have not been making out with pretty girls or pretty boys, getting married to my personal trainer in Australia, or becoming a crazy cat lady...much. I have been involved in Scott Caan's first directorial project with Giovanni Ribisi, Lynn Collins, and Don Cheadle. I have not become a Scientologist or gone underground due to stalking. I have been complimented on my sense of personal style and for going back to being a blonde to celebrate dumping the ex.
I really need to clean up my friendslist, but that has to wait until I'm sure this computer won't explode. Tell me who to add, I beg of you. I also really need to host Guerilla Celebrity Rocky Horror as promised earlier, and to become the social whore you all know I am under the homebody veneer.
Somebody make me an organic mojito, I'm back. For real this time.