funkydita

OH NOES. Just saw your message. I wish you LOCK and diabetic baby breath. Don't forget, if all else fails..."have you ever seen animals make love, Frank". Works every time. Oh and PITY those cunts. xxx

PS - It appears from the below that I'm stalking you

SFU, no, never did. And HONEY *flips hair, looks at nails*, I think you'll find my black girlfriends THOUGHT I WAS BLACK. So braid your hair to that. And you can tell him the reviews reached London. AWFUL.

Babycakes, this could go on forever but, I don't need to tell you, it HAS to stop. You KNOW you need your beauty sleep honey chile.

WELL?

Well WHAT? You know damn well WHAT. Should I call you Angie Tucci boo?

:-o

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PUHLEAZE :princesslola: I'm gonna call afrolito and see what HE says. Besides, a number of people have commented that I look like the clay Lionel Richie in Hello. Not something to shout from the rooftops but, in this case, it's clearly a MITIGATING FACTOR. Can't believe you didn't go. How can I live vicariously through you if you cancel shit, boo? That's my job.

Look, you've got 3 minutes left of the morning Emergence. I think Emergence Time is GMT. Fool? Princess Lola's on her way over to have a word. Probably in French.

HARSH. I need to edit my PM to you in light of this heartless provocation. I'll do it after a joint and a masturbation break. HA (that's from Xtina btw)...can't do that at your BUREAU can you.

Hard day at the office, dear? I'm off to bathe...

It's in the REVIEWS section. I wouldn't be so sure, I'm fickle, I'll hate it by tomorrow. How's you, boo?

My friend Beyonce...

"I think in angles" *Mumble. Stumble. Chew. Blank stare*. "Yeah. Sure. Oh YEAH".

BALLS TO YOU!

Really? Can we?? I'll meet you there later. I have to pop to 1993 first to pick up my leather bra (I'll be wearing it for the service). Shall I bring Jenny Shimizu with me too?

Ugh. I know. At least you've got an hour on me. I'm thinking of going shopping but don't know if I CAN BE FUCKED. Meh.

I don't think they do. I do have spares of Vanity Fair 09, Q 09, Elle 09 and the last Interview, if you want. Honestly. OH and BITCH PLEASE, as IF you dry-clean. You KNOW you take your DUTTY panties out of your leather clutch and wash them in the sink (and lick cat food off your thumb).

I'll see you down there in 5 minutes. Is the coffee OK? I'm currently doing flat whites.

You get to work and I'll go shopping. Can I borrow your credit card? I'll buy you a nice Italian birthday cake from Konditor and Cook.

OK. If you're going for the coke though you may want to forego the nibbles. Just sayin'. Oh and the rentboy? Sure but remind me to tell you someday about my unending amphetamine wank loop INJURY.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY want this http://tinyurl.com/5rhoyx2 for my bday. Like seriously WANT it. Is it too much (it's unframed)?

Yay! You know you're an Power Meeja A Gay when you have champagne at lunchtime. I remember those days. Barely. I'm dressed like an aged Greek widow in mourning. It's for Liz.

I'm going to spend much of the evening hanging outside AA meetings in search of my Larry Fortensky. It's what she would have wanted.

I love that you're a renegade gay movie reviewer. Question is, what happens with The Next Worst Thing?

Yeah, well, the sushi's gone off, the salad's limp and all the girls saw me crying. I was so embarrassed.