I'm thinking that HELL is so last season, it's passe and darling... I'm not buying it anymore. Tired of feeling sorry, sordid and translucent, I vow from this moment forth to... to... Well, the important thing is that I feel better.
I suspect that I am highly allergic to celebrities. Meeting Paris Hilton last week really did a number on me. It wasn't the same reaction I had to meeting say, The Goo Goo Dolls or Courtney Love, but it was still bad. Maybe it's the fact that I feel like I am miscast in these scenes. Shouldn't they be asking me for my autograph? Shouldn't I be the one awkwardly accepting strange gifts? Shouldn't I be fucking famous by now?
Yes, yes, yes. But for now, I am over the Rimbaud. Starfuckers of the world, unite and take over. I have to pee.