Oh how I've missed this thread!
More Confessions:
A short while after my breakup from abovementioned Evil San Francisco Boyfriend, I dated, for about 8 months, a screenwriter/director who was responsible for some of the crappiest movies in recent times; but he still made bajillions of dollars on them. (Mmm, presents.)
He used to make me do...things...to him while he sat on the couch and got high, and he'd let some of his friends watch.
I can never show my face in Hollywood again! (I'd be so m'burrassed! "Oh, hi, R____Z_____!" "Hi there. Oh, hey, you're that boy who used to _____ D____T____'s *_____*#** while he s_____d ________ on the couch!")
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.
Updated On: 9/21/06 at 11:43 AM