| public blog post -- #004. |
[Thu 22 Jul / 1:40am] |
for the lonely lover lad who wants to stop being a loser, here's a clue: only losers post classifieds. or use the internet to meet people. i mean, ew.
anyway, i think i'm getting another tattoo. i'd say where, but that's a secret. well, it's not but i'm like pretty sure it's just not one of those things i can say in a public space.
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| public blog post -- #003. |
[Wed 21 Apr / 11:07pm] |
i know my dear cast mate, saggy saggy sally lindsay, already said something about casting for storytime station, but i just thought i'd let all of you know that she was slightly mistaken. the book fairy isn't up for grabs, since my contract's been renewed for the next season
and for a few after that. otherwise, if you've got a kid you think has a shot, or if you're fat enough to play the farmer, go for it!
take that, bitch.
PWP: Cody
hey, stranger
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| private blog post. |
[Wed 7 Apr / 9:35pm] |
A date. A Date. Like... a real... date. with. I don't know. what do you actually do on a date? a real date, I mean. Not a sex proposition disguised as a date. Talk, I guess. is one. But what the hell would I even talk about? Not my family. Or my life. i can just see it now. "So yeah, when I was 15 my life sucked, so I hitchhiked cross-country with some guy who eventually got me into porn." it'd be a great ice breaker.
ugh See this? This is why I don't do this stuff. It's too much... work. I have too much stuff. Baggage. Childhood fucking trauma. anything that basically means that i'm fucked up beyond all recognition. if only mom and dad could see me now. They could argue about whose fault it is.
i have his number. I could text him. I should text him. tell him that I can't. That I have to take a rain check, or something. that something came up and I don't know when I'll have the time. I'd be doing him a favor. But then I think. Well he's nice. And it's not like one date is going to kill me, right? right.
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| public vlog post -- #002. |
[Wed 7 Apr / 5:19am] |
The video first starts with Maddie sitting in a chair, one leg crossed over the other as she sits in a chair some distance away, filing her nails. She's dressed in something that's close to the usual for her -- a pair of jeans and a low cut top, a pair of fairly new shoes on her feet. It seems as if she's totally unaware that she's being recorded, but then she speaks and when she does, she doesn't even look up from what she's doing. I was totally going to talk about Lady Gaga her being worthy of the hall of fame and maybe even some other stuff, but that's not as important as what I'm about to say, so I've decided to skip on that and not even pretend I actually really cared. Another moment of silence other than the sound of Maddie filing her nails.
So I'm thinking somewhere nice and big. Probably in District 0, because where the hell else is there anywhere even close to acceptable? Doesn't matter how much it'd cost, because I've got money - and... Maddie finally looks up at the screen, grinning. Oh my God, I went shopping just the other day in my own little way of celebrating Easter and the things I bought. I was in... heaven. Total heaven. My closet is heaven. It walks in. Pause. Well... not it because it's an inanimate object so duh it can't walk, but it's big enough for me to walk in. Like... more than a step or two in. It's like the size of an itty bitty room, which actually makes total sense, though, because I've been shopping enough to fill that closet for more than five years now. But I totally know how to save, though, because I have a couple of shirts that are very 2028 and yet! Still in my closet. And don't get me started on shoes, okay? I can definitely shop for shoes. She pauses, looks back at her nails, inspects them and then sets the nail file aside. She picks up a bottle of dark nail polish off the table near by and studies it for a moment. She continues to do so even as she picks up another dark color and alternates, comparing the two.
What was I saying again, though? I mean, before the closet. Maddie stares and frowns in thought. Closet... Easter... shopping... money -- oh! She picks one bottle, and sets the other down and finally turns her full attention to the camera. So the 13th's my birthday, that's a little less than a week away. And I'm throwing a party, I think. I mean, 23 is a totally good age to celebrate, right? Anyway, yeah it's in the middle of the week, but that didn't much stop celebrating St. Patty's, right? Same thing, except I'll be pretty mad if a fight or something stupid happens. She opens the bottle, looks at it and then closes it again, setting it on the table and picking up the other one. The point is, I'm being all nice and stuff and leaving it like a... open invitation. Unless you're a close-to-forty bore. Or close friends of one. Or an idiot who likes to cause trouble for other people.
I'll post an address in a couple of days. Details to iron out and stuff, you know? And I've got to get myself a dress. Something like... a billion times better than anything in my closet. Pauses. I mean. If that's even possible. The look on her face shows how much she doubts that just before the recording stops.
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| private blog post. |
[Tue 30 Mar / 5:36pm] |
That last post wasn't very me at all. I think, sometimes, I? just get... caught up. I'm still not sorry about what started the whole thing though. Blaine knew what he was doing so that's on him. and can I just say how crazy it is that they still live together or whatever. I dont even pay attention to whatever's up with them anymore. Seriously.
There's also Hot Dog Stand Guy. Also known as Cody. He was nice, I guess. Sort of... I'm pretty sure there's some SAT word to describe him perfectly somewhere, but I'll just stick with nice. Cute. And maybe even amusing. He thought the tattoo was cool and didn't press for a deeper meaning to it, which is a plus in his favor. not expecting anything out of it, though. Sometimes randomly meeting someone you talked to in a blog post is just that.
also... last night was good. Shoes were great. Sex with random guy was excellent. So, last night was a success.
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