( Read more... )

( Read more... )

Things are quiet. Nobody seems to be on AIM. I'm not really in the mood for talking, anyway. The coolest actor ever, Mr. James Coburn, just died. It's a sad old world. People keep dying and being born... I'm thinking about what it will feel like when I'm old and tired and nobody will care that I was on some show with vampires once, and my back'll ( Read more... )

*Does the updating dance ( Read more... )

I am such a lazy little bastard. I kept "meaning" to update only to be interrupted by such important distractions as taking phone calls from people I don't even like, the sudden need to go see Jackass in the theatre, and performing Elisabeth Shue's entire dance routine from "Adventures In Babysitting" whilst cooking my Lobster Bisque. Finally I ran ( Read more... )

All I really want to know is, why doesn't Ronn Moss have a journal? It would make me and thousands of bored housewives across the western world deliriously happy.

The Good News: It seems I'm being wined and dined by none other than the delightful Mena Suvari tomorrow night. One minute she's consoling me about my musical taste, the next I've got a date. I love when that happens.

I'm very much looking forward to it.

***

The Bad News: But I haven't got a thing to wear!*

* Kidding! No, really.

And that is the sad truth of it. Man, I hate that guy. Sorry, that was harsh. But it's like the buttcrack of dawn around here and I'm awake and posting about Michael freakin' Douglas of all people and why isn't anybody holding me down and tying me to a bed?!

Um, so that sounded kinkier than I meant it to. Anyway, I just realized I spent so much ( Read more... )

And did I mention that I'll be dancing nekkid while I smack you senseless? Because Mena rocks. I mean, you don't think I listen to Enya for just anyone, do ya? There is a list, and it is short. And here it is ( Read more... )

Wow, do I ever suck at this technomological stuff. Loading pictures? Changing the journal so that it doesn't look like a complete piece of crap? I'm soooo not your man. *Sigh*

Enough with the bellyaching, though. I have arrived. Again.