Oh my god! I totally saw Kerrigan Hart in the supermarket today. I may have stalked her down a few aisles not all that subtly. But, oh wow, she's really gorgeous and doesn't look nearly as skinny as she does on the TV. Oh man, I want to steal her body. (But she was buying lots of bread so clearly that whole crazy Hollywood CARBS ARE EVIL diet is a bust.)
Other than my not-brush with fame, life has been slow. I am still unemployed and started to get a little freaked out about said fact. I have a little money coming through from the album and such but not enough to comfortably live on. Someone needs to hire me because I will do almost anything.
Anyone in London need a lovely young gothic mistress to boss about? *
I am in the middle of writing a new song but I got terribly stuck, and so that's why you find me here, posting. I'm going to be super cool and pimp some music. Go and have a listen to
The Clockwork Dolls. They describe themselves as 'Neo Victorian Electronica with a hint of Steampunk' - you know you're tempted.
* Except not that kind of 'mistress' - no prostitution for Adrina!