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[12 Nov 2009|10:54am] |
Dead presidents, divorce, and new digs: Mad Men creator Matthew Weiner talked exclusively to The Daily Beast about Sunday’s game-changing season finale.
Sunday’s gripping season finale of AMC’s Mad Men embraced both bitter endings and bright, new beginnings, even as its characters were recovering from the tragic events of November 1963.
For a series that has thrived on exploring the subtle nuances of its characters and the unspoken subtext that hangs in the air like the curls of smoke from one of Don Draper’s cigarettes, creator Matthew Weiner ended the third season by removing its central settling—the Sterling Cooper office—and ripping apart its romantic leads, all while giving the enigmatic Don Draper (Jon Hamm) a new outlook on life and the future. In a single hour, Weiner, who co-wrote and directed the installment, offered a stunning set of reversals for the ad men and women the series revolves around, not only shattering the Drapers’ marriage past any hopes of mending but also giving birth to a new advertising agency, which rose up out of the ashes of Sterling Cooper and set up shop in a hotel room. (The Pierre, to be precise.)
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[11 Nov 2009|07:13pm] |
It's been SO long since I wrote in here. Lots to share, but too many homework assignments to finish up before I do.
Until then, here is a picture before the Playboy party a few months ago.
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[20 Jun 2009|08:33pm] |
I'm bored.
Good thing I'm going out tonight to Celebrate my last day of freeeeeeedom! (Job interveiw tomorrow.)
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[15 May 2009|11:19pm] |
I am down two glasses of wine.
I will have much to write about tomorrow.
I have photography, art, and love on the brain this weekend.
I want it all.
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[11 May 2009|09:26pm] |
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I will still fall asleep holding your hand as long as I live. Wether you are there in person, or just in my thoughts.
Hearing you cry tonight, and knowing it was my fault was like dying a slow death.
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[10 May 2009|03:43pm] |
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I really think this might be the end.
Maybe the last 3 months have just been the beginning of it.
I am so confused as to what we are supposed to do, and where we go from here. I don't want to beat this thing to death, so that I can't look back on things and at least be thankful for the time we did have together. And at the same time, I don't want our time together to be over.
What do you do when you love someone more than anything in the world, but know that things aren't how they should be. How long do you try to make things right? And should it be this hard? Or is giving up this early the weak way out?
My mind is going in circles and it's EXHAUSTING.
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[06 May 2009|06:48pm] |
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my heart hurts. And I don't give a fuck if anyone else thinks it's stupid, or it doesn't make sense to them.
I feel like i've been lied to. Like i've been disrespected. And like i am a fucking failure at being a girlfriend.
This is serious. And this is bad. Because judging by the way i feel, this is something that is not going to be forgotten about easily. I don't even think he realizes that he was trying to watch a porn with someone in it that I have regular conversations with. Then again, I don't think he really even fucking cares.
When he's in the same room as me I feel like I've been punched in the stomach, and I can't even look at him.
I'm going out tonight.
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[04 May 2009|11:47am] |
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I got the job I wanted.
Which is sweet, but, it's from 2-7 every week day. Which kind of sucks because it cuts my day in half, and really equates to me waiting around until I have to go to work.
BUT. Whatever. It's a job I'm 97% sure I will enjoy once I get the hang of things. (I'm working at an Aveda salon here as a receptionist.) But,..I'm more of a receptionist/assistant. Which make the job twice as hard. I mean, being an assistant in a hair salon is usually an incredibly demanding job. But having to do BOTH is going to be hard as fuck. I will just cross my fingers that I can work hard enough to make this job worth while. Ugggggh. I'm scared. I really hope I made a good choice by taking this job.
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[29 Apr 2009|03:12pm] |
It all makes sense now: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amphetamine_psychosis
How Lilo lost weight: AdderallAm sure you’ve seen them this week – photos of Lindsay Lohan in Hawaii all bones and skank and laced with cocaine. Shot after shot she’s in her bikini, soaking up the attention, eating up the attention, a substitute for food, knowing that she’s scraped up another reason for people to care about her. Because it’s not like she has the work to show for it.
The new issue of Us Weekly however exposes Lindsay’s weight loss secret: Adderall.
Apparently she pops Adderall like breath mints which is why she stays cranked for days and days at a time, is jittery and unable to concentrate, and gets “spastic” at the drop of a hat. She’ll eat one meal every two days and often subsists on soft drinks only. Lindsay reportedly loves being thin. She can’t stop looking at herself in the mirror, is happy when she can see her ribs, and is extra happy when people talk about seeing her ribs.
Being skinny gets her attention. The attention validates her existence. And it’s also supposedly a way for her to keep Samantha Ronson interested. She wants Sam to worry. Sam might be worried, but Dina Lohan’s not worried!
Nope.
Her daughter is f-cked. And still Dina hasn’t bothered. Never interrupt the cash flow, you know?
Speaking of cash, Lindsay’s been blowing hers over there in Hawaii. She walked around with a wad of 100s, and spent over $15K on luxury bags and shoes making sure the paps were able to get good shots of her purchases and her money.
My mother always says that the people who flaunt the money usually have the least amount of money. The Lohans are drying up.
By the way, that sister of hers Ali is in Hawaii too. What happened to school?
Source: http://laineygossip.com/
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[26 Apr 2009|10:22pm] |
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For the first time in a year, I am home alone. And lonely. I forgot what it feels like.
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[25 Apr 2009|01:30pm] |
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Okay, so I will be the first to admit I loved Facebook. I was obsessive compulsive with it for a while. But now? Now I am realizing how invasive it truly is. I honestly know just about everything that kids I went to elementary school with, people I went to high-school with, (some whom I hated), and people that I would never talk to in a social situation. I have literally had people add me, just to see me out and about and not speak one word to me.
How CREEPY is that?!
They know everything about your daily life from wall posts and status updates, what you do on your nights and weekends, and they don't even have to do the work of having a in-depth conversation with you to find these things out.
They know what movies you like, what music, what you read, where you spend your time, where you work.
WHY HAS IT TAKEN ME SO LONG TO REALIZE THAT THIS IS INSANE!?!
But, you know what is even more insane? I've spent the last two hours deleting people who I either don't talk to in real life, have never spoken to me on Facebook, or who I don't care to have looking at my page. (There was no malice in me deleting them, honestly, it's just that,...well, what's the point?) But here is the insane part. I feel incredibly guilty. Like I'm doing something shady by deleting them, and that by doing so, if they even notice and I see them out somewhere I'm either going to be confronted about it or glared at because they assume I did it because I don't want to be their friend in real life. How stupid is that?
And the chances of this happening are high, as I went from 300 some-odd 'friends', to 102. Most of which are my actual close friends, and about 3 I like to lurk. (Yeah, yeah...See? Even I'm creepy like that.) I'm considering deleting more, but, we will see what the general response is from this 'house-cleaning'.
I want to delete the whole thing and be done with it, but I'm SCARED. I am truly, truly pathetic.
Guh.
Does anyone else feel like this?
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[25 Apr 2009|12:12am] |
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You know the best way to lose all credibility after an intense relationship talk?
Immediately after, walk face first into a door in the dark.
Ian didn't even chuckle. I would have been in tears from laughing so hard.
I more-so hit it with my hand and a Vodka 2-6 full of water (don't ask), but my face was mere millimeters away from the door friends!
I'm healing my wounded ego with some W.O.W, and my little man Dylan sleeping in my lap. He is delightful, my little gentleman if you will. I want to take him to foggy London town.
OH! By the way, I'm on the Wild Rose Detox/Cleanse right now, and I have to say even by day 3 I am feeling AWESOME. The cravings the first 2 days sucked, because I probably would have killed a man his own shoe if I had a chance to steal his cheeseburger had I been allowed out of the house. But minus a little half-handful of dorito crumbs mishap this afternoon, (as I had to NOT partake in a Supernatural drinking game with my bf and my bff which was torture in and of itself), I am doing great.
Although, I have to say I really never thought that I would be sick of eating hummus. For anyone that knows me, this is a big deal. I am a woman who loves her dips.
Anyways. POINT BEING. Third day and my energy level and my excema are on the up and up!
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[21 Apr 2009|01:02am] |
"the moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever."
I'm constantly scraping off my skin. My poor, abused, once beautiful skin.
Now it's torn open. I bleed almost all day long. It hurts. It hurts so constantly. It hurts beneath the skin, and hurts inside, because I am vain, and because I am tired. So very, very tired of all the medical things that have happened this year.
And of course I don't tear at it by choice. I don't know why it's gotten so bad. And sometimes I cry thinking of all the damage I am doing to it.
I know this has to end sometime. I know it does. It must. Because God can only give us as much as we can handle. And I am trying to handle it. Sometimes it is tempting to give in to self-pity, because it is so much easier than saying, "I am okay even through all of this. There are people dying every day, people in so much more pain than you. People who go through hurt and suffering the likes of which you have been blessed enough to never know."
But I hope someone out there realizes that I am reaching the end to how much I can take.
I don't remember what it feels like to be beautiful.
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[20 Apr 2009|05:57pm] |
I wish it was summer already, so I could at least have a warm summer night out on the porch, and maybe..just maybe curl myself up into your lap. Outside with no breeze, my skin would hold in the warmth of the day near the surface, and I would make sure my face was pressed into your neck. I would breathe in and out taking in your smell and you would have your arms around me. I would peek past your shoulder and look out at the trees, and the road, and you may say something like, "I'm very thankful for you."
...but only if we didn't fight that day. Only if we didn't fight...
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[14 Apr 2009|03:08am] |
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Ugh, I know my layout is fucked but I am literally dying to go to bed.
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[29 Mar 2009|05:15pm] |
Does the good outweigh the bad?
YES. A million times, Yes.
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