So yesterday was a bit surreal
Ya see, the one and only Angelina Jolie popped in!
Now Im not the star-struck type. Generally speaking, I couldnt care less about the spoiled mental midgets of Hollywood. Butwell
Ange-frickin-lina!
And no sooner did her car pull into the lot before a mob seriously, a fucking MOB of paparazzi swarmed through the gates!
You see em all the time out here, outside clubs, at premiers, etc., but that was the first time Id ever seen the crazy Princess-Di-killers descend out of nowhere.
It stands as the second most bizarre thing Ive seen since working here. (The first being the time I saw a midget going into the porn studio next door. The smile on his face was priceless.)
The shitty thing was I had a meeting to get to, so I couldnt stick around in the vague hope of stealing her lusciousness away from the loathsome Mr. Pitt. As a matter of fact, its actually written into my relationship contract that if I ever have a chance to score with her, I have a get out of jail free card.
Anyway, the Angelina flash mob was juxtaposed later on when we saw Andre 3000 having lunch. He could barely get the waitress to look at him. Hey-Ya, indeed.
So yeah, yesterday was definitely one of those, you know youre in L.A. when, kind of days.
So on to the weekend
There are couple birthday parties on Saturday night, though I can already feel my will to attend slipping away. I really prefer going out on Friday nights if I go out at all, I mean. By Saturday night I just want to sit and pretend that Im actually going to watch Saturday Night Live before passing out at 9:30.
Yeah, Im turning into a geezer, I know...
But I do want to try and get out to see The Aristocrats. A friend saw it and said he laughed his ass off.
I like to laugh.
Ya see, the one and only Angelina Jolie popped in!
Now Im not the star-struck type. Generally speaking, I couldnt care less about the spoiled mental midgets of Hollywood. Butwell
Ange-frickin-lina!
And no sooner did her car pull into the lot before a mob seriously, a fucking MOB of paparazzi swarmed through the gates!
You see em all the time out here, outside clubs, at premiers, etc., but that was the first time Id ever seen the crazy Princess-Di-killers descend out of nowhere.
It stands as the second most bizarre thing Ive seen since working here. (The first being the time I saw a midget going into the porn studio next door. The smile on his face was priceless.)
The shitty thing was I had a meeting to get to, so I couldnt stick around in the vague hope of stealing her lusciousness away from the loathsome Mr. Pitt. As a matter of fact, its actually written into my relationship contract that if I ever have a chance to score with her, I have a get out of jail free card.
Anyway, the Angelina flash mob was juxtaposed later on when we saw Andre 3000 having lunch. He could barely get the waitress to look at him. Hey-Ya, indeed.
So yeah, yesterday was definitely one of those, you know youre in L.A. when, kind of days.
So on to the weekend
There are couple birthday parties on Saturday night, though I can already feel my will to attend slipping away. I really prefer going out on Friday nights if I go out at all, I mean. By Saturday night I just want to sit and pretend that Im actually going to watch Saturday Night Live before passing out at 9:30.
Yeah, Im turning into a geezer, I know...
But I do want to try and get out to see The Aristocrats. A friend saw it and said he laughed his ass off.
I like to laugh.
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Andre who?
Heh, I am the exact opposite. On friday all I want to do is come home and wind down from a hard weeks worth of web surfi--uhh -work. Then I have saturday to vegetate and work up my energy to actually go out and do something, as well as take a nap so I can hang if it's gonna' be a late nighter. Hope you had a good weekend.