Thursday, January 22, 2009

Oh hi...

You want gritty, you want animalistic, you want a fucking snarl? Fine, just give me a damn cigarette and a sequined bowler. I need quiet on the set! I'm channeling this pose and if I get distracted someone's losing their fucking balls. Okay, I'm thinking 1983, I just did a crystal goblet full of blow, Elton John's freaking out on the chaise, I've already beheaded and disemboweled one of the bell hops when I realize my YSL pantsuit has a human ear dangling from the lapel. TAKE IT! I'm done, I only do one take. Next set-up. Who has my arsenic-laced Hi-C juice box?

1 comment:

Tricia said...

gold eyebrow'd cigarette chomping diva. no one like her.

who dat