By Almie Rose
Mar
30
2009
(somehow or another my hair always winds up in my face right before the shutter clicks) I KNOW THAT everyone and their mother has this dress from American Apparel. It is the double U neck dress. The short sleeved one. I bought it on ebay in a clever move to try to avoid paying AA’s [...]
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Mar
28
2009
It has come to my attention that people are actually reading this blog. Which, don’t get me wrong, is great! But this means that I need to come up with things to write about and to fix this atrocious layout. I can’t do web layout for shit so expect the same crappy look for a [...]
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Mar
18
2009
I’m going to be in a movie that stars Steve Buscemi and Sam Rockwell and Peter Dinklage. Yes, in case you couldn’t tell, it’s an Indie movie. My part is small — I play a waitress — but I am very excited. Not so exciting? I have to wear a catsuit (Apparently I am a [...]
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Mar
16
2009
This morning, while jogging, I had a revelation. I haven’t been on a date in years. Instead I’ve been…ugh…”hooking up”. First of all, I hate that fucking phrase. I used to say “hook up” instead of meet up. For example: “Hey Stacey let’s hook up later at the Valley party.” Ok first of all I [...]
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Mar
14
2009
Yesterday my mom, dad, and my bro and his girlfriend (who came down for their spring break) went to Disneyland. I know that going to Disneyland is not a unique experience. And no I have nothing awesome to add. I wish we had run into Mick Jagger so I could have said, “DADDY WHY DID [...]
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Mar
11
2009
I don’t want to overwhelm anyone but I have lots of evidence that Mick Jagger might be my real father. The evidence being photos. And faith. Because you gotta have faith. Faith-a-faith-a-faith-faith. Besides, I don’t need evidence. The evidence is in my heart. And in the music.
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