Friday, June 13, 2008

(european accent) NO PICTURES

Hello bitches, your probably wondering why I was absent today. Well, as you all know, the 15th is father's day, and although I haven't seen my father in 8 years (no, I am not ghetto, I live in Pacific Gardens), I still have a grandfather, plus, to make things more annoying, tomorrow is my grandfather's birthday, then the 18th is my mother's. It's times like this when I thank god I have a second birthday via mexican culture (yes, I'm mehican, no, it's not a typo), Dia De San Esteban, the day when everyone in my family worships me. Apparently some guy in Mexico came over some hill and saved some village. Well, I'm off to write, I have a new idea for a novel about a young married couple who die in 1925 and start haunting their house- that they only lived in for 1 year before they died-when a family moves in after the house has been empty for 85 years. That's all I have so far. I'm Out, Worship Me Bitches!
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My Odd Obsession with Death, Hollywood, and my need to take over the world that I can't shake

Why do I like to wander cemetaries? Why do I love Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Gene Kelley, Princess Diana, Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy, Katherine Hepburn, Aubrey Hepburn, and, suprisingly, Paris Hilton? Why can't I shake the yearning to take over the world and have the world population wait on me hand and foot, fanning me with enormous palm leaves, and buying me anything I desire. I don't know. Some people call me crazy, psychotic, pyro-maniacal, bi-polar, or insane, but its just me. Over time I'm going to reveal the method to my madness, but for today, all I'm going to reveal is this; My one true goal in life, if the world domination thing doesn't work out, is to be famous for nothing, and be treated like royalty. All I Want to be is, quoting one of the people I just talked about, Loved By You. Every single person alive. I want to be a house hold name. Just you watch, one day I'll be smiling from the center of the stage at Grauman's Chinese.