BLURB: TRASHTALK is like memoirs of a Geisha, except with no Geishas. Instead there are Girls and Boys and Drama's and Loves and Parties and Scandals and Happies and Sads and Issues.
'The Celebrity Crush Guy.' You all know what I'm talking about. But what do you do when suddenly you have the chance to make fantasy and reality entwine? I DON'T KNOW. This is the dilemma. I've been told over and over by practically everyone i know that my obsession may have got out of hand, but when even Alexa, the semi-spanish, tell-it-like-it-is friend of mine revealed she had the tiniest thought i might be right about this , i was convinced i had to devise a plan. This week im going up to LDN to watch his band in a gig, with my dear friend of 12 years, Vivienne, and yes, we are going to cease the moment. Myspace got me chatting to the GOD and it reminds me that just because someone is famous (or inthis case famous in small circles) it doesnt mean you can't have them, and since when have I, Audrey Curtains, ever let anyone think they're above me, I'm a pioneer of equality, and I will get my Celebrity Crush Guy. I really hope he's bi-lingual. Now to devise a fierce outfit.
Moral: Faith & Karma Go Togetehr Like Diet & Exercise, You Wil Require Both To Get What You Want. Practise What You Preach And BELEIVE It.
On the subject of equality i think the word has lost meaning. It seems that it's super-imposed when it comes to sex/age/race/sexuality etc.. but in social situations it's hilarious how your friends can treat you. If metaphorical back-stabs were real then I'd have died of blood loss in the past few weeks. Especially when your 'girlfriends' reveal they're true feelings about you to you're Godbrother/bestfriend/boyfriend and think it won't get back you. Me and Alexa were hit like that. It's wierd how people can decide you're STUCK UP or a BAD PERSON or OVER JUDGEMENTAL or a COMPLETE BITCH and then act like nothing ever happened with no apoligies uttered from their deceiving mouths. It's even worse when none of the adjectives mentioned above exemplify mine or Alexa's personalities whatsoever. It's worse than worse when you did nothing to deserve this mistreatment. I guess the phrase Drama-Beggars can't be Drama-Choosers fails me this time because in this case the Drama-Beggars chose their drama very carefully and threw shit on their GalPals then, as soon as they got bored, covered the odour in the scent of sin and no remorse. Moral: Attack Friendships Like Outfits: Remember What Colours CLASH.