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If there are this many anti-Christs walking around, and I assure you there are, does it follow then that there must be a shitload of Christs walking around too? Can I get a little balance here??
So, a guy I worked for and slept with(already aware of the intrinsic problems with that arrangement, thank you), who was a lying, manipulating, smug bastard took a swan-dive head first off a 3rd floor balcony in a crack hotel in Inglewood into an empty concrete swimming pool and is now a borderline 'tard...not sure whether to feel sorry for him or just vindicated. Might have to write a song about this one...my first. Any title ideas??
I'm starting to think that if I were forced to choose sides in an argument between Trent Reznor and Courtney Love, it might be the latter...which surprises the crap out of me.
I seriously need to create a situation where I work for myself and make a lot of money doing things I love...it's not too late to be a graphic novel&screenwriter/indie film&stage actress/bitchin rock goddess.....right?
So I'm experiencing this incredible power surge from the energetic shifts in my life, Kundalini rising and all of that deliciousness...fear seems to have caught a Greyhound bus to nowhere...everything is going to change.
I think I just talked to Beck...cause he said his name was Beck...and that can't be a common first name now...is it? I don't often give a rat's ass about the "celebs" I encounter here, or their egos, but this is an exception...digging the Beck.
my affinity seems to be inching ever-closer to music more than the whole Hollywood TV/movie scene...which is interesting
I wonder who would win in a physical fight....Beck or Moby?
there was a time when I used to put some decent thought, time and energy into actually having a look; it was retro glam with just a dash of femme fatale and a sprinkling of goth-goddess...might be time to resurrect that, because when asked recently to describe my style, answering "oh just jeans, target t's and hot shoes" just doesn't cut it for me.
it occurs to me when reading about the swanky bars and lives of the hollywood elite out here that while we may live in the same city, MY los angeles and THEIR los angeles...worlds apart.
interesting that guys my age or thereabouts have predominantly developed into total jagoffs while the twentysomething guys that seem to love me are still so positive, honest and open to enjoying life without the bullshit...hm...am I still considered a "cougar" (a term I dislike and greatly prefer "tiger") i THEY are chasing after ME?
my head's spinning...welcome to my world. ;)
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Posted by marathongal on 2009-03-17 20:07:05 | Rating: | Views: 51
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