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I haven't been online in so long.
I promise I wasn't shopping in Italy with Alex.
I was, um, doing something constructive... like uh... playing my...... bass. And stuff.
I certainly was not spending hours and hours in Gucci and Dolce, and spending all of Pierre's my money on small, pointless things like belt buckles and iPod cases, and I would definitely be in charge of myself if I saw Armani's new spring line, and UHHHHG I would be perfectly calm if Alex showed me the Louis Vuitton items he put on hold for me because he knew I’d love them.
I would not hyperventilate if a really cute sales assistant in Duty Free at the Paris airport showed me the new cologne from Mont Blanc and also the gorgeous winter fragrance from Jean Paul Gaultier, even though it's not winter anymore, and good GOD, there's no way I'd lose it if I spotted Roberto Cavalli Man by none other than Roberto Cavalli on special for € 58.09, and speaking of which I know I would NOT spazz completely and stock up on 7 bottles of Elizabeth Arden 2-in-1 Cleanser if I saw it because it's hideously overpriced in Frenadia, even though Pierre tells me the face sand paper scrub from Ling Chou's Dollar Store down the street does the job just as well, but I've TOLD him it dries out my skin, and we absolutely can't have that. I'd have opted for the Clarins Men Ideal Smooth Shave and Dual Action Moisture Treatment, but there was no room left in my bag, and I was definitely tempted by the Garnier Ambre Solaire SPF 45 Total Screen Milk, but since Alex had bou....... I mean, um. I mean... What I meant was… Given the chance, like… if I had been at the Duty Free store in the Paris airport last Saturday the 12th of March around midday with Alex, I would've opted... for the... yeah... I wasn't at the... um.
Of course I wasn't off skipping around Milan and Paris with another man...
Of course I would be completely in control of my decisions and actions if Alex had bought me a few too many appletinis and taken me out for a beautiful dinner at Aux Trois Mailletz for some gourmet Latin cuisine and a whole lot of Latin dancing. Nnngh.
Of course I was at home feeding loving Pierre, my one and only...
I'm NOT lying.
WHY WOULD YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A THING?!?!
Jeez.
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[13 Feb 2006|08:16pm] |
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British Queer Eye. OMG THE INTERIOR DESIGN GUY = so hot. |
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So HI! I’m David, bass player from punk-pop, Frenadian, multi award-winning super group Simple Plan, and I’m pleased to meet you!
There are tons of new people around here these days, and I haven’t met a bunch of you.
SAY HI! Tell me about yourself, tell me where you live and when you’re free for some retail therapy with your favorite Davie. I’m sure we’ll get on just great =]
You’re probably well acquainted with my gorgeous boyfriend, and my band mates, and if not, go meet them! Especially Pierre, because he’s wonderful.
That’s about it really.
Hiiii to all the new people. I’m sure I love your band/tv show/movies/porn films.
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[06 Feb 2006|10:50pm] |
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I haven't updated in so long, but I've had like no time.
It's all wake up - travel - press - show - party - sex/sleep, and then the same the next day.
Pierre's still found time to update though. He's been on the computer constantly, he even keeps me up at night with his goddamn typing. He wont shut up about my space or something. What is my space? Do I have one? Does anyone have a space? Why does Pierre have a space, and where is this space? I want to see my space, because Pierre said something about posting pictures, and postingpictures of myself on the net sounds awesome. Pete does it so well, and I want to too!
Jeff and I partied like it's 99 last night in Zurich, and I even ended up dancing with some girls. It confirmed to everyone that I'm "straight", which works in my favour, and I guess it means I didn't cheat. One of them tried to kiss me, but wtf. You all know I don't like girls. Ew, girls.
Great for shopping with, not so great for fucking with.
Fuck. I'm tired. I'm gonna go sleep.
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[26 Jan 2006|09:53pm] |
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I'm so upset. I've messed up all of my eyeliner now!
MY BOYFRIEND IS AN INSENSITIVE BASTARD.
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[24 Jan 2006|01:01am] |
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The Academy Is... |
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I won FIRST PLACE for Best Haircut over at Chartattack.com!
TOLD you so. I TOLD you I have the best, shiniest, blackest, silkiest, hottest hair ever. I guess I won't be changing it after all ;)
And my gorgeous boyfriend won Sexiest Canadian Male, and rightly so. Aint no sexier man alive. Aside from me. Even the non-Canadian ones.
DON'T WE MAKE A SEXY AND STYLEY TEAM, HUH BABY?? ♥♥♥!!
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[23 Jan 2006|02:11am] |
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It's cold here in Belgium. We're about to board a flight to Denmark, but security is having trouble with Pierre. He's refusing to let them give him a pat-down because he's insecure about anyone but me touching him, but he keeps setting off the damn metal beeper thing. I can't think of what else he has on him that's metal because he's already taken everything off. They think he's going to hijack the plane with whatever metal object he's hiding or something, but the thought of Pierre doing anything that active is funny...
I need some healthy food. When we're on tour we eat such crap, if we even eat at all, and my skin is looking all gross and greasy. I look like crap. Je me sens comme le crap, je veux juste dormir!!
Gotta go, Pat wants his computer back now. I should probably think about getting my own soon.
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[19 Jan 2006|01:16am] |
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The TV. Pierre's watching the food channel again... |
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Jean’s party on Friday was awesome. I had a few too many appletinis and ended up fully clothed in Jeff’s hot tub. Oops? The mime show was brilliant, as usual, and Sebastien’s rapping is spot-on.
Diddy who? Nelly what?
We had our first show last night. There was a pole in the middle of the stage! It was fantastic.
As was the hotel room after the show… ;)
I’m already tired. I want to go back home and hide under the covers all day and do nothing except prod Pierre every now and then, but touring must be done. We’ll be back home soon enough, I guess. New record and all.
I’ve been considering a new haircut, but I just don’t know. I obviously suit this style more than Pierre suits those elastic waist jeans he always wears, but it’s been ages now. I want a change…
What do you think, baby?
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[12 Jan 2006|01:53pm] |
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Coheed and Cambria, A Favour House Atlantic |
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Uhh. I hurt all over. But in a good way.
I think Pierre and I busted our record; SIXETEEN times in one day, and it's only 2pm.
Fuckkk. I'm still ready for more.
MmmmPierreIloveyoubabyMWAHMWAHkisses!
♥♥♥
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[07 Jan 2006|11:51pm] |
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SEBASTIEN SAID MY HAIR WAS ALMOST AS PRETTY AT PATRICK'S.
HE HAS NO IDEA!
Patrick has split ends and dry roots and he only combs his hair ONCE a day. HE USES 2 IN 1 SHAMPOO, FOR GOD'S SAKE!!
His hair has NOTHING on mine! NOTHING!!!
Pierre?? Can you come upstairs? I really need a hug right now.
I think I'm going to cry :(
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[06 Jan 2006|12:34pm] |
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Papa Dont Preach, My Gal Kelly. |
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( HOLY SHIT, PIERRE!!! )
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[02 Jan 2006|01:10am] |
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I can’t fucking find my new eyeliner pencil, my head still hurts from the party last night, Pierre’s gone off to visit his brothers, his fucking dog won’t stop yapping and I don’t know where he put it’s food!
I’m having a fucking BAD DAY!
I want Pierre and it’s too cold and I don’t know how to work the radiator. I want hot chocolate, but I can’t even fucking boil water without burning myself. Pierre makes nice hot chocolate, but he’s not home is he?
There’s nothing on TV, it’s too cold here in the study, I want to go to sleep but I can’t sleep when Pierre’s not with me.
I want him to come home NOW!
I hate it when he goes out and leaves me at home alone.
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Pierre muttering in his sleep about chicken... |
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Sew hi. I'm David. You can call me Princess, if you feel that way inclined. I'm the bass player in FRENADIAN PUNK-POP SUPER GROUP SIMPLE PLAN, don't try it till you knock it. Or is it the other way around?
Well I don't know. What I DO know is that I'm both hungry and horny, and my means of relieving that hunger and horniness is asleep. And drooling. And not muttering my name. WTF I know, the nerve of that man...
WAKE UP, PIERRE! Make me some eggs, woman.
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