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|Sunday, March 13th, 2005|
|the men in my life, my life in my men
Since coming back (with a vengeance, heehee) to my livejournal, I haven't really talked about my love life any. So here goes. A quick summary. I had a short, torrid but sweet affair with pro skater Tony Hawk a few months ago. He said he would marry me after the Olympics in Athens, Rome. But in the end, he went back to his wife. I was very sad for awhile, but a week later, at this concert, I met this poet-writer-artist-musician-activist guy named Chai. He had written a song about "Full House" while he was in college, before they made him drop out. The song was about how "Full House" seemed to be always on when he turned on the TV, regardless of what time it was. I didn't really get the song, but Chai was awesome. We were lovers for a couple months. We soared across the Horsehead Nebula together. We composed music using nothing but the bodies we were given. He was able to bring me to new heights of ecstacy that I didn't know existed. But he broke up with me after I turned him into the Feds. I got the $2000 bounty, so that sweet. If you're reading this, Chai... I used to eat corndogs *all the time*. I kept them in a secret compartment in my closet and you had no idea. Ha ha!
Since Chai, I haven't really dated anyone seriously. I had some fun with a couple of stalkers, but that's all really. As what's her face says in that movie I can't remember, "Where are all the good men dead, in the heart or in the head?"
|Monday, January 3rd, 2005|
|oh dear me, how MARVELOUS
Some of you (LOL) might know that my 23rd birthday is coming up soon. And I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present than this
. Could it BE any more disturbing? I don't think so. I wonder if that's the real A&MK or their body doubles. ;-) Hell, Stamos will have sex with anything just as long as it has a pulse. And this proves it. Love you all. MUAH! Current Mood: ecstatic
|Saturday, December 11th, 2004|
I'm working a temp job in the shipping/receiving department of a company that distributes softcore pornography titles. I want to stress that it's a *softcore* company. Everything is simulated and there are real honest to God storylines. And they don't make the movies. They only distribute them. I made a contact there after I talked to one of their executives to do research for my part in "Skin." (see previous post). This was before I learned that I wasn't playing a porno actress. All that research for nothing. I had just assumed and everyone knows what happens then. I work in a cubicle in the office area of the warehouse. There's a rumor that there might be a job opening soon in their advertising division. They might need a copywriter for the blurbs on the back of the boxes. I could totally do that. And plus, I might meet a legitimate director through this gig. One plus: I can listen to CDs while I work, but not the ones with subliminal messages or the ones that hypnotize you. I found that out the hard way.
|Wednesday, December 8th, 2004|
I have my TV programmed to wake me up with a random channel. The only problem is that I can't tell it which channels to skip. So, last week, I'm enjoying a really good dream with Orlando Bloom in it and suddenly (in the dream) I hear Kirk Cameron (Candace's older brother, former star of "Growing Pains") lecturing me about the Ten Commandments and how my soul might be in danger. So, I gently push Orlando away, put my robe on, and start looking all over my place for Kirk to tell him to get the hell out of my apartment and I'm so pissed off. Then I wake up, all hyperventilating, and I realize that my TV is showing Kirk Cameron's ministry show on the Trinity Broadcast Network. I had to call one of my ex-boyfriends so he could come over and help me calm down. It was really frightening. It doesn't help that I have to drive past the TBN campus every frickin' day.
|Saturday, November 20th, 2004|
Remember the twins who played the children of Uncle Jesse and Aunt
Becky on the show? Well, little known fact: there were actually FOUR of
them because of child labor laws. They were triplets, and the fourth
was a very small midget named Omar with really good latex makeup. He
was a really sketchy guy though. He made everyone in the cast and crew
call him "Unca" (as in Uncle), and he used to hit on Andrea Barber
(Kimmy Gibbler) all the time. ANYWAY, I saw them (the triplets) the
other day. They were performing at a Santa Monica flea market in some
kind of Blue Man Group cover band. I said hi of course, and asked what
they were up to. They speak in perfect unison now, it's really creepy.
They're hoping to start a company where they pretend to kidnap peoples
children (for a price) to show them how easy a real kidnapper could do
it. I wished them the best of luck, bought a pair of pants and went
|Thursday, September 2nd, 2004|
|Friends don't let friends vote Democrat
The Republican convention is putting me in such a good mood! I'm watching the Bush speech on Fox News right now. I love GWB so much! He's my favorite Presidnet in history! I got to shake his hand once. I have a photo of my shaking his hand and another photo of my hand right after I shook George's hand and you can see the President's sweat on it!!! I think I would have to save my photo album first if there was ever a fire in my apartment building. Not only because of my prized picture of our President, but because the photos that I'm saving for a rainy day are in there. Blackmail is what's going to tide me over if I hit a rough financial patch. I have dirt on all sorts of TV stars from the 80's. Anyway, I don't understand why so many people hate the President, especially after all the good he's done for this country. I know he's going to be reelected in November. I have no doubt! Kerry will "carry" this country into a new dark ages and John Edwards belongs in a mental WARD. Seriously. I wrote George a letter telling him what I'd like to do if we went out on a date together, but I never got an answer. That's okay. He's busy. I'm sure he read it. I put perfume on the envelope. Whenever I see a peacenik Democratic bumper sticker, I rip it off and I leave a note on the windshield that says "TRAITOR!" I encourage all of you to do the same.
|Saturday, August 14th, 2004|
I'm sure all of you are anxious to know what I think about the Mary-Kate scandal. Or is it Ashley who's in trouble? I like getting them mixed up just to fuck with them. I know they're reading. Hi girls! You sweethearts of pedophiles everywhere! Let's just say this, when I was 17, I had to go away for awhile and believe you me, it's no picnic. You can ask what I went away for, but I won't tell you. Okay, okay, it was a sexual addiction. Gosh, you guys... Anyway, it's no walk in the park, when you go away to one of those rehab centers. Their main therapy techniques are ice cold baths and yelling at you for 10 hours a day. And that's it. And five out of seven days a week, the only food served was Hot Pockets ("Lukewarm Pockets" is more like it). Breakfast Hot Pockets were for breakfast. That's why now, I'm addicted to Hot Pockets. AND, for some reason, one of the security guards made me stand, fully-clothed, in a large bowl of ketchup while he took photos of me. Maybe Mary-Kate got to go to a more high-class joint, but the one *I* went to was one of the more famous ones in Cali', so who knows?
Get well soon, MK
|Saturday, August 7th, 2004|
Hi everybody! I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written anything in here. I lost my Livejournal password and I would've had it sent to my email account but I lost that password too. LOL. So I've been reading TV Guide cover-to-cover every week to see when my episode of "Skin" (on Fox) is coming on. I have a small but vital part as a crossing guard in episode 108, "Lead Us Not Into Temptation." I was telling a waiter about this just a few days ago and he says, "I think that show was canceled after three episodes." So I look it up -- turns out he's right! Why doesn't anyone tell me these things? >:-( I don't know if "Skin" will ever come out on DVD, but if it does, be sure to check me out. Byeee! Current Mood: weird
|Wednesday, April 14th, 2004|
Hi all, long time no see. I figured I should respond to the recent breakup of Jon "Uncle Jesse" Stamos and his wife Rebecca. I think he was tired of living in her shadow, what with the X-Men movies and all. Jon looks better naked than Rebecca, believe you me.
In far, far worse news, those Olsen bitches are in a new movie. Dear Hollywood: Two tarts don't make a right. Come on, now. Just make a porn version of The Parent Trap and get it the freak over with. Honestly. Current Mood: annoyed
|Tuesday, January 20th, 2004|
|I am the awesome blossom, I am I am
I can't believe Tracey Gold got to be on "Celebrity Mole" and I have to wait tables at Chili's. (Remember that Denny's print ad I was trying out for? It turned out they were just interviewing for waitresses. I got fired from Denny's, tho. I thought it was for having sex in the freezer, but they said the customers had complained about my trying to juggle knives at their tables.) I wrote a screenplay last month. I sent it to Steven Spielberg -- I think it would be a perfect project for Spielberg. I know Mr. Spielberg must get dozens of screenplays per week, but mine's the best. It's an animated sequel to "A.I." with Teddy solving crimes, with the help of his friend, a futuristic
chicken. It's sorta "A.I" meets "Baretta." And I've been writing letters to CBS. I figure with the Surreal Life and Celebrity Mole and so on, they might want their own celebrities acting wacky show. So why not "Full House Big Brother"? It's not like we're really busy right now. Current Mood: excited
|Sunday, September 7th, 2003|
|1992 Ford Escort
Long story short, I stole a car. Me and one of Ted Nugent's groupies. I got off with a suspended sentence and community service because it was my first offense and it was Bubbles who actually broke into the car. Well, it's not my first offense, *wink* LOL, but it's the first time I got caught. But I've got to watch my step for the next few months and the moral of the story is: if you're going to break the law, don't get caught doing it. Bubbles is doing hard time.
So I wanted my community service be one of those PSAs you see on network television, you know, like with David Schwimmer telling parents to read to their kids and stuff. But ABC execs started questioning whether I was high profile enough to even try a commercial like that. Can you believe it?? How rude! I could have worked "How rude!" into it. People would be tuning into ABC to just see me! But instead they're making me pick up trash on the highway. But I'm wearing what I want. Orange makes me look sicky. Current Mood: sore
|Thursday, July 17th, 2003|
|can you dig it?
E! wants me to be on Star Dates
. I'll do it if they promise to hook me up with hot guys who would actually have a chance with ... THIS. I mean, look at me. Who wouldn't want to get...with...this. I'm sure it would make some of you guys jealous to see me playing tongue tennis with some guy in a jacuzzi. Heehee. They should have Star Dates where one star dates another star! Then I can finally have my dream date with Tommy Page
Maybe I should have gone into soap operas instead of primetime sitcom. They have job security there. I have an audition for a Denny's print ad later today. Apparently, I will get paid in Denny's gift certificates. Wish me luck. Current Mood: chipper
|Friday, June 27th, 2003|
So Newt Gingrich is in the news again, criticizing the CIA or whatever. I thought he was dead. I thought they had exiled him for resigning after that Watergate scandal thingy in the 1970's. (Ever seen "Dick"? Great movie.)
Yay! The Supreme Court says I'm allowed to engage in sodomy again! Current Mood: confused
|Monday, June 9th, 2003|
Why can't I juggle? I've been trying to juggle ever since I was fucking FIVE years old. I still can't fucking juggle. I can't even juggle two balls. I've read books on the subject, I've gone to classes, I've bought videos, I've studied the masters, I've hired personal coaches, I still can't do it. It's really starting to piss me off!!!!!!
I've got to think of something happy, something nice and calm, something serene. Like a fucking waterfall. Maybe a fucking WATERFALL could JUGGLE!!! BUT NOT ME!!!!!!
My favorite "Star Trek" episode is the one with the guinea pigs. Current Mood: drained
|Saturday, June 7th, 2003|
I've been eating a lot of Hot Pockets lately. I decided to rate the different varieties in overall greatness using weighted numeric values for taste, texture, fat content, and appetite satisfaction. But then I remembered I can't do math. But I love Hot Pockets!
Anyway, now that the weather is getting warmer, I need to start working on my tan! But here's what I want to do: put a shape of some sort on my tummy so that I have the shape untanned while the rest of me is tan! Isn't that a cool idea?! But I don't know what shape to use! Suggestions????? Current Mood: curious
|Sunday, May 4th, 2003|
You wouldn't BELIEVE what was going on in the ladies restroom at the Avril show. I think some people were actually filming a porno in there. Current Mood: curious
So I broke up with the boyfriend I told you about last time. But I met this amazing guy at an Avril Lavigne show. More about him some other time, hopefully. I was going through some old trash in my apartment and I found this note full of this AMAZING dirty talk. I can't tell you what it says. This is a family-oriented site, after all. Um, so I guess I'll tell you what it says at the end: "And then when we're all done, I'll towel you off with a velvet blanket. Can't wait till the next time we're together. Together together. Love, Jaleel
." Current Mood: horny
|Wednesday, April 30th, 2003|
I was cooking raisin toast in the toaster when it got stuck (the toast not the toaster). I know it's dangerous to use a metal fork to pry objects out of a hot toaster so i used a plastic knife. The knife started melting. My reaction was to put the toaster under cold water but as i turned on the water i realized that might not be smart so then i unplugged the toaster and started waiting on the toaster to cool down:( While i was waiting on the toaster to cool i got a phone call:) It was the greatest guy in the world. He plays in a well known European band but he asked that i not tell anyone that we are kinda seeing each other. He says the fans wouldn't understand. He's the best cuz he looks out for me:)
|Tuesday, April 29th, 2003|
|what ELSE can go wrong this week?
I bought a copy of "8 Mile" from a Mexican with an eyepatch, outside Universal Studios-Hollywood -- but it turned out to be "I Spy." And for some reason, it had the interactive menus from "The Country Bears." Current Mood: lethargic
|I've been writing poetry again...
this time, mostly about American Idol. I love that show!!!!!! I learned that poems don't even have to rhyme, so how easy is that??
Here's the one I wrote about Ruben:
Or should I say STUDard
I love the way you sing
Will you sing for me?
Ruben should win
That's what I say
And here's one about Trenyce, in haiku form:
Trenyce sings pretty
well, too. She may not win, but
she tries really hard.
I call this one "Kimberley Locke," because it's about Kimberley Locke:
Once there were many Kimberleys
All spelled different ways
Now you are the only one left
So I am not as confused
Your hair used to be curly
and now it's straight
You are a good singer
Maybe even as good as Ruben
Yay Kimberley (the only one left!)( See more poetry here!Collapse ) Current Mood: creative