temptess

I'm living out a well-written screenplay. I am Gigi. I am Eliza Doolittle. I am Elisabeth Taylor in "Cat on a hot tin roof" and "Butterfield 8". (So I've been told). For all my magic and bewitching ability, i won't find a man who can simply love me. I know this. Objectification is the name of the game and that is who I am. Now I'm just lonely.
Stupid stupid Adrian called me after not calling me for about 4 months. I talked to him before I went to Dublin and asked if he wanted me to bring him anything back. He said he wanted a bottle of Paddy's. I decided not to buy him a bottle because he was such a dick and acted so stand offish and failed to call when he really should of. I refrained. I felt bad. I almost bought a bottle last thing at the airport coming back, but decided I wasn't ever going to call him again anyway. He called while I was flying from Phoenix to San Francisco and left a message "just saying hello" and asking if I was "still in SB". I can't think of what he possibly has to say to me... Probably ran out of Paddy's! Wanker!