TMS kidnapped me (The Fabulous Mz Berlin) yesterday and we just got back.
Had a rad meeting with Miss Kessler yesterday and it feels like I’m about 2 months away from starting my own very porno empire. Creating my own “brand.” Branding oneself. Marky D. Sade talks about that all the time, and so does my mother.
Weird.
In good news I have booked my 2 favorite porno dudes for my first two movies. Yay!
And a location.
Yay!
My talent got sick this weekend, both of them, and my dp wasn’t available on Saturday, then we did switch it to Saturday, then we were worried about location and the shoot died late Friday night.
It was a sad day in The Kingdom, but life goes on and I was kidnapped and taken up the coast.
Yay!
We drove back today after eating breakfast at a dune park outside of Santa Barbara and took the long way home through the mountains, zig zagging back and forth from wine country to the sea.
We ate at the place next to the Hitching Post last night, which I found ironic. The steak was just as good. And there’s something about hotel beds that just knock me out. And room service.
Room service is totally my favorite decadent thing. Waiting for the creme brulee to arrive was just as good as eating it.
I adore my Mad Scientist. Sometimes madly.
T. keeps using British words, which I filter into my own speech. I’m a fucking parrot. I said “posh” several times in the last day or so.
Fucking Brits!!
K. Bong Hits and Meet The Press for me. Shoot tomorrow up at Big C’s with Darenzia (!!!) and Miss Kessler.
I need to polish my nails.
Black or Red?
My Private Jet or Vokda and Caviar?
I think My Private Jet. It’s a glittery black.
I wonder if Chad Rock is losing any sleep yet..
Dia Zerva and myself? I am plotting and planning away….