Blogging is hard work, that is why I was really upset to look at my page the other day and see that my latest post never actually posted. I will try to recap what I had originally written like a week ago but I dont know why I should even bother, the joy for that post is gone...

Last week we started filming the movie. I think I look kinda fat on screen but just so you know (you can use this information when you watch the movie) I am fucking georgeous in real life. You heard it here first-- Angelator is a hottie. (wink) Dont believe me? Listen to this: The other day a man in a black on black on black mercedes walked into my store. I was quite taken aback with the man as he was the most thugged out thing I have, seen since I ran into DMX at Fridays resturaunt in downtown Buffalo while he was here awaiting trial for smoking weed and trying to steal a police horse or something. He was hood-beautiful. Gold glasses and all. He said to me "you are beautiful." I did not reply but for some reason I was mighitly attracted and taken WAY off guard. I think it was image of introducing this guy to my mafioso-ish uncles in a few months that made me decide to just say nothing. He then said "I guess I should have gone to McDonalds" AND I couldn't help myself. I gave him a smile I reserve for gangsters and those types of men that are not easily swept off their feet by a girl in an apron. I made him a drink. My co-worker Leah came back behind the counter from where ever she was. I coughed. She make some sort of comment about my quitting smoking. I said "sure as soon as I get pregnant," to which the guy replies, "we can get started on that tonignt." I walked over and set the drink down in front of him. He says "please do me a favor and call me tonignt" and proceded to pull out a lottery ticket and write his phone number on it for me. I dont think I am going to call him-- I think it is the lottery ticket.

I talked to someone this week that I haven't talked to in a while. Someone I thought I'd never really talk to again. It made me realize that not knowing this person anymore is unacceptable.

Ok, for real this time, we beging filming our movie tomorrow. I'm getting nervous. I always look even fatter on fucking home videos, and considering the fact that we are recording on a cheap camera I dont think I'm gonna look that great... although I am the most gorgeous person you have ever seen in person (wink, wink). Dont believe me? Listen to this story. The other night the most thugged out man I have ever seen came into work. If you know anyting about my neighborhood you understand the depth of that statement. He was driving a black on black on black Mercedes. I didnt know they even made tints that dark... I immediately zeroed in on him as he walked in the door, I decided to play it cool. As I rang him out he told me I was georgeous. I pretended I didnt hear him (*guess I was nervous) and he said 'oh I guess I should have gone to McDonalds' I couldn't help myself any longer. I gave him my sexy look and smiled, saying nothing. I stepped over to make my drink. My co worker came back from whereever she was. I coughed a bit. She said something about my quitting smoking. I said oh sure as soon as I get pregnant. Loud enough for us both and anyone else around us to hear he said he and I 'could work on that tonight' if I wanted. (I wanted)Still I played it cool. I walked over and handed him his drink. He then said something about my calling him anytime of the day or night and proceded to write his phone number on a lotter ticket for me.. .I gave him a real piece of paper to write on and put his number in my pocket. He then said the dirtiest sexiest thing I have ever heard in my life that included the words hard hot and wet and then he reminded me of his mustache. JESUS GOD! Dont believe me? Ask Leah. I didnt call him. I think it was the lottery ticket. No...Maybe it was my shaking hands and my fear that I wold let this guy have whatever he wanted.