Beverly's life.

T.R. T.R. T.R.

I was frequenting one of my usual haunts last night and can you guess who I saw? T.R. Knight. (George from Grey’s Anatomy) I’m sure most of you don’t know or care who he is, but as an avid (fanatical) Grey’s fan it made me squirm with joy. I have actually met him once before about 5 months ago. Last night we talked for about ten minutes about Grey’s and where the show is going. I was talking with a cast member about the show!!!! He told me he thought I was beautiful and loved my coat. OMG! T.R. Knight loved my Forever 21 coat! I feel like such a loser posting this, but I freakin love him. And I told him that. And he probably thinks I’m a creep. Oh well. 

Bev

Back From The Bar...I

I hate the bar when I see people I know. Especially people I have dated. Sickening. It is tragedy and it will only bring you down. 

Random Myspace Messages=LOSERS

First one: Hi Beverly

“Hi, how are you? I hope your week is going well. You are very beautiful and I look forward to finding out that you have the inner beauty to match. I’m probably wasting my time even writing you since you’re one of those closed minded people who doesn’t talk to someone just because they tried to contact you on MySpace, but I really hope you’re not that shallow. Check out my page and if you’d like to get to know a new friend, add me.”

God bless you,
Marcel 

++So you are trying to get me to talk to you, but in the third sentence of your message you insult me and call me closed minded? I am just dying to be your girl Marcel.++


Second one: “Hey there hottie…damn ur sexy! ;) R u looking for a sugar daddy? lol Do u/ would u model for fun or $$$? let me know? :) lol How’s ur week going? :)” 

JR

++Dearest JR, you basically just asked me if I was a prostitute. Are you fucking serious? How much?++


Third one: autograph inquiry

“Hi
I’m writing to see how I might get a color signed headshot for my son.
He is a beginning cinematographer and part-time actor and is working on writing his first film script. He is finishing grad school this semester with degree in Radio/TV/Film.
Can you honor this autograph request. May God bless you”

AJ 

++Why the fuck do you want my autograph for your son? Your son does not know me. I’m not famous. AJ must think I’m an idiot. Yes I am an actress, but I sure don’t find it flattering for a creepy man to ask me for my autograph.++


Fourth one: Can’t be THAT bad

I know my first message you didn’t write back to was boring (The one that said “Hey, what’s up, how are you?”) and it made me sound like a typical LA meathead :) 

I am sure it even may have seemed dorky of me to send you a message as a person you don’t know, but I just moved to LA and as I was browsing around on here, I ran into your profile and I like the general idea I got so far from your warm smile and intriguingly sexy gracefulness so I thought I’d say hi and see where it goes. 

Considering the fact that doing this is more realistic than us running into each other in this big wild city, I don’t think all this is as loserly as you may think this is :) 

++I did not write you back the first time. Get it? Get it? GET IT?++

This is even more hilarious because my profile says and I quote “No I don’t want to talk to random men on myspace so save it for someone else.” I am starting my own version of the 25 things. Ladies (or men) post horrible messages you receive on facebook or myspace.

Inspiration vs. Castration

It’s 4:00A.M. and I am still wide awake. I swear I have not slept in days. I guess having a job that lasts 9 long hours, in a real office, with real things to do has been more of a shock to my mind and body than I originally thought it would. Okay, okay. Having a job period. Being an adult is so stupid. I never really understood the people that proudly say things such as “I got a job when I was like, three years old because I wanted to be responsible and start taking care of myself.”  WHAT???!!! Who wants to take care of themselves? Let me clarify. I am talking about not wanting to pay the rent and the medical bills for your recent nose job. I don’t mean having someone bathe and feed you. I am beginning to understand why so many people have mid-life crises and/or affairs with 19 year old secretaries. It’s because they have to pay bills. They have to take care of themselves and they probably all had jobs and walked 40 miles to school in the snow every morning without shoes uphill when they were three just like all the other proud-to-take-care-of-them-self-ers. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not scared of hard work. (Well maybe a little) Just don’t tell me that it’s more satisfying to pay your electric bill with money you earned at a job you hate as opposed to using money you did not earn. That is bull shit. I don’t want to be an adult and I sure as hell don’t want to take care of myself. I want to do whatever I want, when I want, and not have to answer to anyone. I don’t want to pay bills. I don’t want to be employed unless it’s as an actress in a part that interests me. Now, where does this leave me at this point? I know where your thoughts are going. I also know that most of you that know me could probably see me pulling an Anna Nicole, but no, not even I could make myself do that. I guess all this means is that someone is going to have to give me a well paying, interesting, acting job really soon or I might starve. Yeah, right. How could I ever be genuinely worried?  Everyone knows here in Hollywood everyone’s dreams come true, and no one ever starves.