I get a new place. Ash looks totes fugly - ugh - I mean tired in this one. Wardrobe provided by Donna Karen.
My bodyguard is responsible for everything related to my body, including moving the stuff I surround my body with.
Got legit sick filming this. Didn’t sleep for 48 hrs. Not cuz of drugs, you haters, b/c I’m an effing method actor.
I consider getting a baby. At least I think that’s what happens. It’s been a while since I read the script.
Bodyguard flat out refuses to be my daddy baby, so I flat out threaten to steal his sperm.
I’m tired of waiting around for that special someone to have a baby for me.

I get acting lessons from the Academy Award-winning creep-o.

Can I have an extension on that paper I have to write? I have to learn how to write.

Is this about all those blimps I crashed? Because I keep telling you guys, I don’t care.