I am too young to be saying I feel like a fucking wreck after spending only 2 days of drinking. Maybe because I don't drink anymore and when I do I somehow cannot stop until I'm either sleeping, vomiting or dead.
Today I was vegging out on Dom's couch with his 8 year old sister, who was screaming about how she wanted to grow up to be a groupie/rock star and would like everyone with a "tiny brain" to kill themselves. I think this included me today.
Her conversation to herself went something along these lines:
"GOD. ALL THESE FREAKING PEOPLE. DIE."
Followed by something about wanting to watch something "so madly."
I love her. 8 going on 25.
Anyway, my dad turned 50 today. We celebrated at Mastro's Steak House last night in Beverly Hills. I think we go there too much to celebrate shit, but not enough on a daily basis. I am really craving some oysters on a half shell.
Fuck all of you - and Andy Dick, too.
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