It's early and it's warm.
I'm in Los Angeles, scooping myself up off the bed, after several days of going going going everywhere. How did I ever live like this? Exhausted.
I arrived here Friday to tape the "preview" episode for the Real World Philadelphia, where they showed us clips of the new cast and asked our impressions of what we thought. It is supposed to psyche up audiences about the new and exciting show, so we were encouraged to say nice things. But, after having to sit in the center seat on the plane, and listening to a group of rowdy Filipinos chatter away behind me the whole flight, and changing a flat tire on the way to the airport and therefore showing up after "check-in time" and being forced to sneak onto the airplane I was told I wasn't allowed to get on (totally easy, by they way...so much for airport security), I plopped down in that interview chair with a face full of dark-circles-under-the-eyes concealer and a slight chip on my shoulder. Needless to say, if they air any of my comments, I won't have much potential for forging friendships with the Real World Philadelphia cast. But I think I'll be edited out of most of it anyway.
Sometimes things fly out of my mouth and I just can't help it.
I don't think they want me to say much about the show before it is on the air. But it's a lot of the same stuff: the black guy is angry, the white girl is misunderstood, the whole cast is pretty. We'll see what's different this time around. Hopefully those Philly people will get out of the house once in a while.
I met Cameran from the San Diego cast, who was there to participate as well. Lovely person, that Cameran. I was unfamiliar with her, as I didn't have cable while that show was on the air. As I was sitting there filling out my contracts, some Asian chick who was also apparently on the show walked right by me, either ignoring me on purpose or presuming I was on the crew. I tried to say "hi" but she pranced by me on her way to the interview chair, and apparently preparing yourself for the limelight requires too much focus to put a smile on your face. So I was snubbed. Oh well. I guess I thought I was famous too, when I was first off the show.
I'm off to get pancakes, with my ex-boyfriend who is a jock strap model for Jocko underwear. I stayed as his house last night, after driving him home because he was drunk. I can't WAIT to show Jeff his picture. Ha ha ha. My ex-boyfriend is a jock strap model! That makes me feel like The Man juuuuuust a little bit. I'm not gonna lie about it.
I'm sorry it seems I've been living the life of Julianne Moore in "The Hours" these days; I've just been busy. It feels good to have the fingers on the keyboard again. I'll write more later. Rick James is dead, Tony Danza is getting his own talk show, and the Palms Hotel & Casino is hosting a model search. So there's lots of stuff to discuss.