Got Mikey and the kids to Daytona with Starr's help. Bought out all the rooms at her parent's hotel for the next three months. They need time to accept their daughter's death and Mikey and the kids could use them as support and vice versa ( Read more... )

She was supposed to be safe. We hired the best security, Angel Investigations, had cops on the set. Took every precaution to keep the kid safe and it didn't matter. The son of a bitch just walked in and killed her. She looked like she was sleeping. Not a fucking mark on her that I could see ( Read more... )

We should be done with filming next weekend. Bout fucking time if you ask me, but we've got a better movie with Damien in the midget prima donna's place. Brookie's already fielding offers from Spielberg and Lucas. Makes me want to bitch slap both of them. She's my find and Mikey and I already got plans for her next movie. Back off my kool aid you ( Read more... )

Son of a fucking bitch. Why the hell do we have set security if they can't secure the motherfucking set? Assholes let some fucking prick from the Enquirer on to the set and the asshole took a bunch of pictures of Brooke and Mikey, not to mention got some 'insiders' to talk about the stalker situation ( Read more... )

Mother of fucking god I have the worst goddamn hangover ever. Fucking New Year's eve, the holiday designed to make you hate New Year's day and bright lights. Starr made me drink a bunch of water before she let me pass out this morning. God bless her need to nurture because I know I'd be praying to the porcelain fucking god right now if she hadn't ( Read more... )

Starr and I went to the foster kids Christmas party tonight. Everyone was fucking looking at me funny, which made no goddamn sense to me considering Donkey was walking around in a santa hat with bells and singing fucking Christmas carols and everyone is staring at me like I'm the weird one ( Read more... )

It's that time again. Holiday checks and closing down the set until after the New Year. The studio is grumbling that we already took enough time off thanks to the fucking apocalypse. Though, they called it a goddamn riot. Yeah, a riot with demons you fucking jerkoffs. Fucking Scrooges. I wonder if Angel and his people have a way to summon up some ( Read more... )

Crazy stalking freaks of nature! I hired someone to open up Brookie's mail. No sense having her deal with the freaky letters and obscene fucking gifts this psycho is sending. Obviously the motherfucker has no job, but a lot of money because postage ain't cheap anymore, boys and girls. Not to mention all the goddamn flowers he's sending to the ( Read more... )

Crazy twisted fans. Fucking hate them. Why do the crazies have to attract themselves to my stars? Like those Damien fangirls aren't enough to fucking deal with every goddamn morning on my way to the set ( Read more... )

The movie is going to be a fucking blockbuster. No shit, the part we tapped Arianna for is going to put her on the maps. Pure brilliance in a brief appearance. Cordy is really knocking through her part like a seasoned pro. Damien? Damien is a gift, a pure fucking gift, and I can't believe I didn't cast him before ( Read more... )