DAY 2

2007 was some time ago. Most of Day 2 is true. That's a lie. The stuff about love is boring and the stuff about money is true. Totally TRUE. My biggest ambition at the moment is to avoid vomiting and charm nausea into lulling me to sleep. I have a big day of poop ahead of me- that is to say employment- which is a good thing-but my enthusiasm is about 3 pay periods away. The bosses can smell it. I gotta fight the urge to say fuck it with a little more gusto. Stop being so cheeky.

Day 1

Just found out I am a MODEL. For a good time click www.vaunnyevo.com. Disco was my nickname in undergrad. I went to a women's college. Its called Smith. The bravest thing I could do upon my enrollment was invent a new name for myself based on my love of polyester and getting down. I had never been drunk in my life. I had a hymen. I had a good lie that no one could refute. I was Disco. Disco is dead. I have an MFA in Acting. I have five jobs and a solid gold charm that reads "*is born." That's star is born. I went to CalArts. I am in debt to my eyelashes. I sleep Friday and Saturday nights. I refuse to afford myself a vibrator. My hands are always clean. I almost went shopping for one with roomate, but she was scared, and already owned one. I am good at bonding. My greatest love lives in Paris. My last great love just turned 21. I have excellent taste. I never eat after 10am. Tonight's Menu: shower/ warm up articulators/ practice Nigerian accent/clean anything/sleep. The time is 9.06pm. Today is 17 April 2007. @ 6.30am tomorrow I will be at yoga. Ciao.