zebragirl

Hey Suicide World,

Long time no write, it feels like. I've been working lately even in the backyard when I'm sitting with coffee. Bollywood is my mistress.

And I'm up for good part in a new indie film (the director said there would be some "non sexual" nudity). Ahh that good old platonic, Victorian, stoic nudity.

I noticed today that my SG friend list has gotten smaller. Am I not a good cyber friend? Perhaps if I were to write a more scintillating journal entry, perhaps perhaps perhaps.

I finally posted the Wakestock pictures... still worth it because the dudes fly so high on the wake.

I've also found another Go Kart track that has formula one cars and you need to have a liscence to drive. Oh yeah that's going to become my new hangout.

I watched two Paul Newman movies yesterday (The Hustler and Cool Hand Luke) and I decided I love him. He has that awesome smile and he not only races cars, he owns a whole racing team. And he makes salad dressing, what more can a girl want from an old time movie star?

I want to meet a boy who races cars. And a boy who plays guitar in a rock and roll band. Can be the same boy. Twice the fun. He can play while he drives.