nd who doesn’t love parker posey?
what will you do today to celebrate?
ashley, the daisy princess, last night drove her friend anne up to hollywood to be extras in charlie’s angels two starring their idol, miss drew barrymore. the girls arrived at 4pm and spent most of the evening in the cold rain giddy with excitement despite clearly seeing in the call sheet that the former mrs. tom green wasn’t scheduled to appear.
no matter, they ran up to hot shot director McG bearing gifts for drew and McG told them how excited drew would be to get their handmade necklace and hallmark card, and despite captaining the multimillion dollar picture introduced himself and posed for pictures with the young girls who were blown away by his “sweetness”.
anne was celebrating her 18th birthday and still had a permasmile at midnight when i ordered a veggie pizza for the ladies who dried themselves by my fireplace.
half hour later they were back out in the rain, not to work, but to watch. i wanted to warn them that they’d catch a cold or they’d wake up all achy and drowsy in the morning but sometimes youth isn’t at all wasted on the young, sometimes it’s the fuel and when ashley crawled under my electric blanket at 4am with wet hair and cold skin i could hear the fire still crackling in the front room interspersed with snores.
shes asleep ashley told me and nibbled at me.
and i thought
then i thought
and then i thought
then she said what are you thinking about?
and i said im trying to think if thirty three books have been sold so far or thirty four?
she said don’t you want to be thinking of something else.
i said but it’s technically friday and that means that there are only three days left for the discounted rate.
she said are you fucking kidding me.
and she ripped open her corset colored with the twinkling christmas lights circling the bedroom
and not everything is wasted on the young and at four oh four that blonde girl’s ass wasn’t so cold any more.