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Wow. A girls goes to Berlin for a few weeks and all the good shit goes down. Imagine my utter orgasmic surprise when I am alerted to the presence of my darling Teddy Thompson in the grip of the LiveJournal. We got to know each other a bit as I played Penny Lane two Rufus tours ago. Teddy is a delicious little sloth. Sexually ambiguous, yes, but delicious. (Would I like to fuck him? Noooo not me...)
Oh, and what's this I hear about the LJCelebrity Enquirer? God save us all.....*yawn*
So, yes. Berlin. Ah the stung-out ideas of your manager. I've gotten the album about.......well no, it's not half done. Not even close. Thank the fucking lord for post-production. Especially when I'm not doing everything myself this time. Read: Perfectionist.
BriFri has been incommunicado towards me for the past....I don't even know. *sigh*. I suppose I'll go on living if I absolutely must. Or at least until this record hits the top ten. (Dream on Annie)
And those damn Backstreet Boys will be the death of me yet.
-Poeness
Oh, and what's this I hear about the LJCelebrity Enquirer? God save us all.....*yawn*
So, yes. Berlin. Ah the stung-out ideas of your manager. I've gotten the album about.......well no, it's not half done. Not even close. Thank the fucking lord for post-production. Especially when I'm not doing everything myself this time. Read: Perfectionist.
BriFri has been incommunicado towards me for the past....I don't even know. *sigh*. I suppose I'll go on living if I absolutely must. Or at least until this record hits the top ten. (Dream on Annie)
And those damn Backstreet Boys will be the death of me yet.
-Poeness