So I have been on the master cleanse again and am happy to report as of 4:00 today I lost 14 lbs. Yes, 14 lbs. in 7 days. I just broke the cleanse and what’s the 1st thing I put in my system? Non-sprayed, organic tangerine juice from Beverly Hills Juice Club. It was yummy. But now I wish I’d stayed on for 10 days.
I made the mistake of calling E (my roommate) to tell him how much I lost and he, being the buzz killer he is, says, “That’s all water weight and crap that you passed from not eating.” “2 days from now, once you start eating again, you’ll gain it all back.” Thanks E! Way to represent.
I had an audition for Target today. Feeling extra svelte I went to the closet and pulled out pants that 2 weeks ago I couldn’t fit. They fit! They were a bit big! I was stoked like a mutha! It was a gross, rainy day and I wanted to blow it off. But you don’t get request castings for Target everyday so… The cutest guys in L.A. were @ the casting. One after the other. Each one hotter than the next. It was ridic. I’m now in love with a Ford Model named Ryan Carney. He’s so hot!
Go donate to me @ Bowling For Angels! I’m the #3 funraiser yet I’m no where near my goal. Please. My team is super duper cute! James, Boy Meets Boy, Jenna & Jerri, Survivor, Valerie, Temptation Island. Please donate.
Tomorrow I’m styling a shoot for a fashion doc on Marie Anderson. She discovered Cindy Crawford. She and her partner Mary, also discovered me in Chicago, waiting tables in a restaurant. They were like, “You should model!” and I was like, “Have the salmon.” They slipped me their cards and changed my life.
One of the models we are shooting is Gayle Brown. She’s been a pal for ages. Back in ’97 Gayle and I were in Milan together. We were like the only Black people there. When Gayle would walk down the street men would yell, “La Bionda!” @ the time she was blond and with her green eyes, she was extraordinary. Good times. Partying @ Hollywood til 4 in the morning. Getting harassed/hit on by tranny hookers on the walk home. Italian boys who’d never met a Black boy. 5 male models (one who didn’t speak English) in a one bedroom apartment. Me not speaking Italian. The best risotto and olive foccacia you’d ever tasted. Answering the phone, “Pronto.” Living @ the Pola. Gosh, Mama Pola, who my mom thought was a man when she called coz her voice was so deep. “Si. I connect you.” Being put on hold for Benneton and crying like a baby when released. Go cart riding near Centrale Statione. Hanging @ my bookers house on Lake Como. A request casting with Peter Lindberg. And falling in love with a shy, reserved English boy, who burst into tears when I told him I was going back to the States.
Marie I love you. You changed my life.
M*
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