hotels make me want to shower
it started the same as last time, overcast sky, and i swear i saw drizzle hit my windshield. it was by the ninth track i realized my voice was fading and scratchy because maja got louder. no one was in the rearview mirror, no video cameras, no pillows, no filming please, We dont like that. two albums later the signs were everywhere within a quater mile spread. no my exit was not avalon blvd, where the 405 splits a holiday inn and an ikea. ligonberries and pancakes make me homesick. i swear i could smell the tourbus, her cigarette combusted under my armrest and filtered through the vents. all at once, for the last time, on my own. like the man who cut off his arms because of broken guitar strings. one in a million. i should have never washed that shirt. silly rockstars and fake rockstars.
tuesday i learned that you can judge a persons character by how they treat their makeup artist. kate bosworth is a spoiled bitch, paris hilton is insecure. german supermodels were making love to the camera, i could hear them through the studio walls. on cigarette breaks i saw them glisten in the sun. orange skin is blinding. on lunch break the girls at my table exchanged numbers of their plastic surgeons. a lift last week, implants in three months. poor girl, all she wants is to get them done at once. the sound proof drywall thumps with the postal service, maybe silicone will start to drip down the beams. DAMN i love this place. artists cant add and artists cant spell. and if you ever want to look really important purse your top lip over your teeth as you speak. i fell for it. speak as if your thoughts have a punchline. one more day of this and three outfits to choose from. i think i fit in just fine. i ordered room service for three and ate it in my double bed. hollywood will have to wait. i cant seem to get anywhere thats not on my printed directions. the tv in my room is radioactive, some frequency is scratching at my brain..ahhh please, help yourself to some orange juice or some nail polish remover. daniel you are probably in town, maybe we can go get a drink, o no sorry mr. straightedge. day two was even better. midwest girls think im cool, fukking uncanny, ashlee simpson i can hear you my pretty and your little dog too. i would like to stick my number four concealer brush straight up her crooked nose. i dont think her bodygaurd liked me, i dont think he knows my friend looks like his boss. soon im everyones favorite. but thats just what i think and what im thinking is not always the truth. on the way up my voice sounded like an angel i was gonna go around looking for a record deal. on the way home i told myself to shut up like five times. shut up bitch you dont know shit. i painted some faces. something i know im good at. girls are so difficult sometimes, all the time. marry a hot man, because all men are assholes, at least make him hot. i was going to go to the record store, but anthony keidis made me shallow. models are a different breed of human. i think they are amazing. i would go to a model zoo. i went shopping instead and i bought my youth. all i need is my unicorn keychain. dont ask girls how to get on the freeway. her directions led me to drew's house. asian men at gas stations are much smarter. i was still reading road signs as i reached rancho bernardo i checked my map for my exit, just to be sure. soon LA will be exchanged for disco shake it in san frandisco.