I fretted for a few hours that I wouldn’t be able to see the Oscars. The person with me told me to exhale and then bitch slapped me into reality about how I was being a lemming and just doing something I have always done because of some pre-conditioned state going back to when I was dating and trying to figure out the marriage thing.
In the end, my PA told me the Oscars was on terrestrial television and which somehow calmed the beast within. “Happy now?” asked my friend as she casually walked towards the kitchenette au naturelle and made herself some breakfast. She might have called me a baby. Or something else.
She’s anti establishment and very anti Hollywood. Frankly, she’s anti American- all the showbiz afflicting the country and how it’s always only about them and damn the rest of the world.