dirtyground

LA is fucking cool. i had an entire bottle of $4 champagne last night in celebration. that drink was like being drunk and on acid. i was the party god.

its very weird... in the Barnes & Noble there were all these fuckers talking about acting. it was so strange; coming from england and san jose and chicago where i'm a rare horse indeed.

saw Dustin Hoffman on the freeway. he drives kinda fast. and what i think was Mischa Barton in San Clemente. I fucking wish. it was either her or her twin sister, Nedwina, who likes Iggy Pop and those british musician/actor types.

got fucked over in Santa Monica by the motel so we're taking them to court. me and Roby left as the room was fucking messed up and there was literally people doing cheap H or coke and (i'm not making this up) ordering hookers in the room next door. we made a huge fucking scene when we left and we're getting them in big fucking trouble for being such a shit front for such an obvious crack house.

get to see Heather and Skylar and possibly Tegan tommorow. ha! you're all jealous and wish you were in my posse.

thats it i'm fucking tired goodnight ♥n