CarouselChronicles

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Okay, I confess. I want to have mad crazy sex with JB and I don't care who knows it. Ha! Yes I do. I don't want him to know and that's why I'm using initials here on this bloggity blog. He's so cute. He's so genuine. He's so sweet in a totally masculine non femme way. He's thoughtful, and that's virtually non existent in the human male species, especially those here in LA. Sigh. I want him. I want him for my very own and for him to be my friend and lover. Except that last night I found out he makes a bazillion dollars a year. I had no idea. It kind of changes things. How can I compete with that? With the kind of money he makes he could have starlets and ho pros and his own little Bryn Hartman waiting at home to go nuts and kill them both. I bet he's a good kisser. I'd like to find out. Such drama.

confessions of gd * 10:55

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Tuesday, March 09, 2004

I'm done with my room! Okay, no I'm not. I'm done with 90% of the big projects in my room! It's now a sexy, relaxing boudoir. So much work! Now it looks like my room, though. The furniture is leftovers of my mother's from when she was a little girl. I've always loved the design, and it's a miracle the mirror's still intact, but it's all just thrashed. I sanded down the two smaller pieces and painted them in white satin. So shabby chic. I'm so happy with the way it all turned out.

Now I have to run up to the garment district to get the jackets for my new job. I just have to get some Wolford hose and a briefcase and probably some new undergarments and that's it, baby. The dishes are done. Someone please buy a house from me. I'm starving.

confessions of gd * 09:42

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