Today was slightly better. I need to accept that I am kinda homeless now in some purgatory until I move to Los Angeles and find a new life for myself of some sort. I watched two of my closest friends get tattooed at Four Star today, Alex got a red umbrella to finish the bottom half of his sleeve and Ryan got a tiny ghost and "boo!" on the inside of his lip. It looked painful...thinking about getting "scrappy" inside mine, but am afraid I may have stolen that from someone else. Weetzie Bat is sleeping on my butt and I'm in for the night at 10pm which is miraculous. So, um, I'm going to Albuquerque with my ex tomorrow while he auditions and I sell 60% of my closet. I know it's really stupid of me to spend time with him now that I got over him well...yesterday? But I'm hoping it won't be awful and if I'm real lucky, he'll look like shit and I'll remember that there has got to be someone out there who'll love me for reals.
I watched Superbad last night, I forgot how fucking funny it is! (Still really awkward swearer). I'm going to interview Jonah Hill some point in the next few months...pretty excited. Must seduce him into friendship. I've got like 3 friends in LA now. It sucks starting over from scratch when a lot of people are probably settling into adulthood friendships. Wait, do people do that? I don't know. I'm sure everything will be peachy keen. Clark Duke simply has to hang out with me now that we're in love and all. Even though I haven't heard from him since I texted him during Sex Drive to let him know that I was watching him get a blow job...and that it was awkward. Hope I didn't give him the impression that the movie sucked. Zack and Miri Make a Porno was probably worse...even though I adore everyone involved and would probably see both movies again. Crap. No gumption.
I got a package Sarah Morrison sent me that contained a gift and thank you note from Betsey Johnson...she sent a Vosges chocolate Dias de los Muertos skull and $300 gift certificate. It is probably the best thing that's ever happened to me, second only to the time she hugged me. I fucking love that woman. She must be the nicest person to ever live. I'm trying to figure out what I can send her...I'm thinking pinon brittle and maybe one of those little Mexican skeletons in a tutu or something? With a letter maybe begging for her to hire me. Nylon is hiring an assistant to the editor in chief...I wonder how mad Missbehave would be if I moved back for that job? JK. I can't come back to New York until I get rich...and even then I think I might prefer sunshine, good produce, and medical marijuana. It's really weird watching shows set in New York now though...I don't necessarily feel remorseful but it's kinda like watching your ex make out with a hot chick.
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