I dreamt last night

I mean really when you think about it: you're an actress; you go out on loads of auditions. You're not at the level where you get to be as picky as you like. So you go on this one, just like the dozens of others, except not really "dozens" either because you do have something of a name but again, not enough. So anyway, there you are and you have no idea about this whole "phenomenon" and you get this job and the part is not great but you want to work/need the money/are a woman and have come to expect a certain level of shittiness when it comes to patriarchal Hollywood. And you hole up in Oregon with this Brit who is kinda weird and intense and maybe likes you… and who's got the weed? And then it hits: TWIFUCKINGMANIA. And you don't get it because seriously? But yes, SERIOUSLY. And why? And what's wrong with these people that they love this? And now there's papparazzi? And WHO'S GOT THE MOTHERFUCKING WEED???

We get it.

And so we document the sad sad spiral that is KStew: The Bella Years

Now let the healing begin.

that I met KStew at a bar in Hollywood, the meeting being a result of me making fun of her to her friend and not realizing that dear Krissie was standing right behind her. She had a good sense of humour though so we just laughed about it and then talked about the protestors in Libya.

This has been my subconscious.

posted 1 year ago

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