I’ve been lucky over the years on this journey. I’ve met some amazing people. One fan in particular reached out to me a few years ago and touched my heart. She has become one of my fave people on Earth. And a friend.

This is a note I just got from her. She always knows when I need her. And always wonderfully puts things in perspective. Nina I adore you.
—————– Original Message —————–
From: Nina
Date: Jul 8, 2007 11:09 AM

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Fashion (Week) Kills…

So I’ve been doing the L.A. Fashion Week thing. It’s been kinda crazy. Diane and I went to 2 shows yesterday; Oligo Tissew and Kevan Hall. Oligo was… Well if you can’t say anything nice. Wait, when I was little my mom bumped into a friend on the street who’d just given birth. That baby was ugly. I’d never seen an ugly baby before. I recoiled. My mother who was desperate to say something, anything nice said, “Ooooh that’s a pretty blanket.” “Where did you get that blanket?” So I’ll say this about Tissew, “Ooh that girl in the front row next to Paula Abdul is so pretty.” “Who is she?” Hayden Panettiere.

Kevan Hall was gorgeous. And in the strangest twist of fate Diane and I did not get front row. We got seats in the back. 3rd row. You gonna tell me we aren’t more relevant than… No. I won’t play that game. It is what it is. That’s that bullshit fame stuff that does numbers on your head. That’s okay. We got pictures taken and did a few interviews. And my Diane looked gorgeous. She rocked a vintage 80’s party dress and gave you Dynasty all over the place. A modern Sammy Jo!

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When Ex-Supermodels Attack! LA Fashion Week.

Yesterday was my first day at L.A. Fashion Week Fall 2007. I only went to see one show and ended up spending the entire day there. Front row at every show. The weird thing about L.A. Fashion Week is no real celebs actually attend. Yeah you get the stray Eva Longoria sighting but you are lucky if you get JC Chasez or Paris Hilton or Tara Reid. Sorry. Not really A-listers.

And you get the wacky Janice Dickinson… More on that later.

So first I saw 2(x)ist underwear. Boys in the they knickers! I’m all in. It was a hot show. Though it started with a marching band. And they were not cute and not in their underwear. Then it was a high-school dance troupe. Couldn’t dance. You know how the girls sorta have the moves but not really. Like they learned them from an Eric Nies hosted “Learn To Move” video from MTV. And then there was the Laker girls. Again not really dancers. And they wore hose with their shorts. Granny.

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The Week That Was…. 2

So I’ve decided that for a bit, I’m going to try, TRY, to blog everyday. I really don’t know how people can do it everyday. I feel like I lead an exciting life but talking about it everyday? Is there anyone who has anything that interesting to say? I love myself but that’s a lot.So here goes:
I hate people who use “your” instead of “you’re.” That is a common grammatical mistake that irks me. Hate is a bit strong. Pity? No… Whatever! It bothers me.

Apparently I caused a tempest in a teapot twice last week. I talked about how real reality TV is during an interview with Ben Patrick Johnson on Monday. I got in real trouble for kissing Ben. But it was innocent! I swear. I then went further on the same topic during an interview for a Montreal Talk-radio station, CJAD with Peter Anthony Holder. Hey my truth is my truth. I don’t pull punches. And I won’t lie. Unless I’m being paid for it. 😉

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1 Weekend… 2 Sucky Movies!

ZODIAC was the longest most boring movie I have seen in ages. Too many cameos. Too much make-up. Too slow. Jake G was great. Chloe was okay and Robert Downey Jr once again proves the role of his lifetime was Chaplin and intends to re-do that performance over and over and over again and again. UGH! ONE STAR.

BREACH sucked hot steamy sweaty ass. Sorry to be so graphic but this movie sucked. Long. Boring. And pointless. I’ve watched more entertaining episodes on I, Detective on Court TV. Ryan Phillippe is about as sexy as a dirty sweatsock. He had a knot on his forehead and I found my self mesmerized by it. Some scenes it’s there, some it isn’t! And that bump was more interesting than the movie. I found myself rooting for it to win. I fantasized about how he got it? Did Reese slap him with a frying pan?

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The 2007 Oscars!

Okay you know I love the Oscars. Every year I get so excited about the nominations. I gotta say this year I’m surprised by so much! Let me get this off my chest right away… I can’t believe Bill Condon didn’t get nominated for Best Director for Dreamgirls. And wasn’t Dreamgirls so much better than Chicago (which I loved). And remember Chicago got every accolade known to mankind. I also would have subbed Dreamgirls for United 93. My roommate and I had a debate about United… I say it’s simply good propaganda and who is going to come out and say it was a mediocre film? My roommate says that it did well internationally and was a good, little seen film. I counter with I truly doubt the members of the Academy even saw it.

Now on to actors: How exciting for Djimon Honsou? I don’t like him. He said something years ago about a gay photographer that I thought was extremely derogatory towards gays. But that makes me sound like one of the internet idiots that hate me and have never met me so I’ll give him a break that I never get. He was great in Blood Diamond. And he’s mad sexy. I loved Leo in The Departed, which I thought was a big, steaming pile of crap. And it was like 4 hours long. It sucked. Jack Nichloson phoned it in. That bloated Baldwin was unwatchable. Also Mark Wahlberg? C’mon!? Are you kidding? Are they giving him the nom because in this movie he spoke? The man hasn’t been good in anything since Boogie Nights. If you wanna give him something give him an award for being frigging hot and suck a convincing psycho in Fear. I love that movie. And why no Matt? Matt Damon ruled in The Departed! A film which I hated BTW. Thank goodness they didn’t give Jack Nicholson a pity nom! But they did give Scorcese a pity nom. Please do not give him a pity Oscar. My money is on Babel. Which mysteriously didn’t get Brad or Cate noms. What the hell?! Just give Brad for showing up! He show have got nom’d for Mr and Mrs Smith in 2005.

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I’m so behind on my blog. I’m crazed. It’s kinda ridic. Where to begin? Well 1st and foremost I’ll be on The Maury Show, Tuesday, January, 16th. It’s the viral video show. Videos that have taken the web by storm. I introduce a few clips that have been viewed millions of times on the net. I also talk about how much YouTube sucks and what it’s like to be massively downloaded. Todd Newton is also on the epi. On Thursday, January, 25th I’m on How Do I Look on the Style Network. How Do I Look is my fave reoccurring gig. I love it so. I work for Style Network and E! a lot. Love them.

I’m auditioning like crazy. 2 and 3 auditions a day. Auditions even on Saturday. Crazy. I’m very close to a national commercial. I have a 3rd audition today for it. Hopefully I’ll be shilling cell phones soon. Let’s cross our fingers and our eyes. I just registered for an acting class. Something to do. Now you know I kinda clowned another reality star that is taking acting classes but let’s not forget I was a Theatre major in college. This is something I’ve dreamed of and worked towards for years. Hell, decades.

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Caught In A Moment…

I am so having a moment right now. Have you ever lost something that wasn’t your’s to begin with? I’m sitting here on Xmas Day listening to Mariah Carey, Can’t Let Go, on repeat and I’m so depressed. I’ve been replaced by the past. You went back to the familiar and now I sit here with nothing. A bunch of text messages and 2 voice mails. 2 voice mails down from 3 because I’ve saved them so long the system is slowly erasing them. And that’s totally how I feel about us. Each day you slip a bit further away. But the further you go, the clearer I see you. Fuck. I know this was just a childish dalliance and it probably wouldn’t have worked but it was so all I had. Hundreds of texts. The 1st thing in the morning and the last thing at night. All those stupid late night phone calls for hours and hours. Talking about nothing. It was like being in High School again. And you are so sweet. Will I ever meet anyone as sweet as you again? I hoped we could be friends but that last phone call was so strained and weird. So not the way we used to be with each other. And now silence. Silence that’s worse than strained, not knowing what to say talking. How many more times can I listen to these voice mails before they disappear too? How do you mourn what could have been?