Sunday, December 28, 2008

I'm Dreaming of a Pink Christmas

Hello Dahling Upper California Coasters, Merry Late Christmas. Yep, I'm late by about 2, no, it's 1 am, 3 days. Oh well, tas loco if you think I'm ever going to be on time.Anyway, I'm a bit excited this year, I got a trip to Hawaii! YAY! OHMIGAWD. Ugh, finally, HAWAII! Ugh, the only thing that could've been better would've been if I'd found a bi-sexual clone of John Krasinski that didn't age under the tree. WHAT?! WHO SAID THAT?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY"RE TALKING ABOUT! johnkrasinskisfuckingsexy. I have no idea what's going on. Well, Merry Christmas, NOT, Happy Holidays, that's fucking P.C. B.S. Finally, I can take off this red and green nail polish and go back to black.

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.