thanks for the nudges, favourite
The main problem with living out of a hotel is that it can be quite lonely, for the most part. My publicist made me use an alias so that I would have some privacy, however, people still see me walking about the place trying to find something to do. I've made friends with the concierege, maids, chefs, doorman, and other guests; but the whole place just seems so vacant. I feel like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York, where he's in his hotel suite pigging out on pizza and ice cream, tipping the bellman with a wad of used gum. If anyone happens to be in London, currently, you're more than welcome to drop by and pig out on pizza with me! You might be my designated script reader, though, if that's alright with you.
This morning I looked out my hotel window to the sidewalk below me hoping to see something interesting but only to find the usual people out for a Sunday stroll. A couple walking hand in hand pushing their baby in a stroller. A man, who looked oddly like Tony Blair, jogging to his iPod music (no, it wasn't him, of course.) Two young twin boys pushing and shoving each other down the street, while their mum scolded them in exasperation. A few minutes pass by until FINALLY I see an elderly lady with cotton candy pink hair walking her pet toy poodle DYED PINK, as well. Go figure. It's amazing how many people's pets resemble their owners in a weird way. I saw this one pudgy, squat, rather round looking man walking a sharpay once. Another lady, who had long flowing blonde hair, was walking her dog that also had long flowing blonde hair. Now, I ask you, are these people just completely vain or is it something else? I absolutely think it is the former. Strange strange world.
Christmas is practically right around the corner and I cannot wait...mainly for the egg nog, spiked way too much for my own good, as well as for the specially decorated Christmas cookes. Ah, the Christmas cookies. There is so much to say about them but I will save it for another post closer to Christmas. But I just have to say that the silver sprinkles are the best.
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P.S.- I am David Tennant's mini-me.
This morning I looked out my hotel window to the sidewalk below me hoping to see something interesting but only to find the usual people out for a Sunday stroll. A couple walking hand in hand pushing their baby in a stroller. A man, who looked oddly like Tony Blair, jogging to his iPod music (no, it wasn't him, of course.) Two young twin boys pushing and shoving each other down the street, while their mum scolded them in exasperation. A few minutes pass by until FINALLY I see an elderly lady with cotton candy pink hair walking her pet toy poodle DYED PINK, as well. Go figure. It's amazing how many people's pets resemble their owners in a weird way. I saw this one pudgy, squat, rather round looking man walking a sharpay once. Another lady, who had long flowing blonde hair, was walking her dog that also had long flowing blonde hair. Now, I ask you, are these people just completely vain or is it something else? I absolutely think it is the former. Strange strange world.
Christmas is practically right around the corner and I cannot wait...mainly for the egg nog, spiked way too much for my own good, as well as for the specially decorated Christmas cookes. Ah, the Christmas cookies. There is so much to say about them but I will save it for another post closer to Christmas. But I just have to say that the silver sprinkles are the best.
Click for tickets.
P.S.- I am David Tennant's mini-me.