It is the land where you can't change lanes. Sometimes I want to change lanes. Is it just me? I want to get out of the fast lane and coast in the slow lane sometimes. Walking past all of the starstruck people hovering for a glimpse of whoever the fuck it was at the Four Seasons tonight made me wonder what it's all about? Don't get me wrong, meeting a celeb isn't totally on the bottom of my to-do list, BUT fucked if I will ever reduce myself to waiting around to catch a glimpse of someone who doesn't give a flying fuck about you and how many times you've watched their movies and how many lines you've memorized. I guess it's all about the fantasy for me. Wondering what it's like - assuming it is the most perfect and romantic and wonderful and "real" connection you could ever have with anyone. All in the comfort of your own head. It's pretty innocent, no? Well, it's also pretty fucked up. I will admit to being slightly obsessed with certain people, but not in a psychotic way. Okay, okay - my email address... geez. I see your point. I guess the buzz of TIFF has skewed my sense of reality. Is it because I wasn't able to get tickets to the ONE fucking movie I want to see this year? Hmmm... perhaps. Am I bitter? Yeah, whatever. What's your point? Do I ramble when I am annoyed? Well, duh! Janna has obviously created a monster. It's not my fault. Really.
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My sister and a friend and I went down to yorkville to google at the stars.
We waited 20minutes in front of a empty limo for someone to come out.
100 ppl filled the street no lie! all of us waiting for someone to come out.
When nobody came out - and a bunch of nobodys got in and drove away we all started booing.
that's when we decided to lie to everyone about who we saw and where....now that was fun.
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