He Has Two Left Feet and He Bites My Moves

Favourite things right now:

-Harv's existence
-Models(ing)
-Cannes Film Festival in May
-Money money
-Dinner + salon + hotel comps
-Hamptons for the summer
-Car service
-Blackberry World Ed.
-Monday mornings
-Dance Parties
-Harem pants
-Louboutin Private Sale
-British slang

Rage.

Some of the things I love the most about the Internet, is the fact that you see pictures you don't want to see, read things you don't want to read, talk shit on certain people, and keep in touch with others.

However, I just became so utterly EN-RAAAAGED I had to use this little bloggy-blog to appease complete fucking madness.

There is nothing more satisfying than coming to that point in your own personal agenda where you can look back on someone you dated and say/feel from the bottom of your soul "WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?"

That's the point I've come to with David. I came across usual unflattering pictures of him on the internet with his new bird (*of the month)- and its so beyond pathetic. Model, brown hair, green eyes, unique name. Like honestly, he must hire someone to go out and find us girls of this form?! It's quite sickening. This man has more issues than a Vogue archive. I feel sorry for the poor little ladies that get struck by his magic wand... If I could send out any word of advice to potential future victims, Stop while you're ahead, please.

For more information, check out my website:

www.modelsagainstmagic.com/db


Now just Sod Off!






Oh yeah, almost forgot ..Harv rules.

THE ROOF IS ON FIRE!

HOT, SEXY, AND SINGLE ...not to mention English
Robert Pattinson (age 22)

April's GQ cover / interview excerpt:

"Pattinson hasn’t shot anything new since Twilight wrapped. He won’t be in front of the camera again until this spring, when he starts shooting the next Twilight movie, New Moon, due out in November. But in the meantime, he’ll show up as young Salvador Dalí in a period drama called Little Ashes, about the pre-fame bromance between Dalí, director Luis Buñuel, and poet Federico García Lorca.

Pattinson auditioned for the movie two years ago, during a post–Harry Potter, pre-Twilight career lull. He’d been thinking about putting acting aside to focus on music. (Two of his songs, including the Jeff Buckley–ish ballad “Never Think,” appear on the Twilight soundtrack.)

He’d read for the Lorca part, but when they asked him to play Dalí, he said yes. “I wanted to have a vacation in Spain,” he says. “But it became just—really, really hard. I’d never done a job that was so hard.”

There was no budget. Most of the crew spoke Spanish; Pattinson didn’t. He spent a lot of time by himself, trying to figure out how to play the part, worried he’d look like an idiot. (For what it’s worth, all that effort is up there on the screen. Pattinson’s Dalí starts out as a walleyed, puffy-shirted Simple Jack type before morphing into the twirly-mustachioed culture-hero Dalí of dorm-room-poster fame. It’s one of those movies in which you can tell Dalí’s having an aesthetic breakthrough because he starts pressing really hard when he paints.)

“In a lot of ways,” Pattinson says, “I was kind of crossing lines of what I thought I was comfortable doing. I had to do all this naked stuff.”

See, Little Ashes contains a fair amount of homoerotic activity, some of which is portrayed artfully and obliquely (Dalí and Lorca dive together in a moonlit sea) and some of which is, y’know, not (Lorca makes athletic, spiteful love to a woman while Dalí masturbates gloomily in a corner). It’s the kind of project you could imagine a guy in Pattinson’s place taking on post-Twilight as a way of telling the world he’s versatile and/or fearless. Except it wasn’t.

“I thought I’d never get another acting job again,” Pattinson says. “So I was like, ‘Yeah—why not try to do something weird?’ There’s all these gay sex scenes. And y’know, I haven’t even done a sex scene with a girl, in my whole career.”

(While he says this, he’s pinching the skin on the back of his left hand and sort of twisting it clockwise with his right.)

“And here I am, with Javier [Beltrán], who plays Lorca, doing an extremely hard-core sex scene, where I have a nervous breakdown afterward. And because we’re both straight, what we were doing seemed kind of ridiculous.”

(Now he’s sort of laughing.)

“Trying to do it doggie-style. Trying to have a nervous breakdown while doing it doggie-style. And it wasn’t even a closed set. There were all these Spanish electricians giggling to themselves.”

He’s pretty sure the only reason Little Ashes is getting any kind of promotional push is that he’s in it."

Oochie Wally Wally!

Tonight I was at/pretend-worked TI's "Going Away" party- except he's going to jail when most retards are going on like, a school trip to Italy. He's a really nice guy. I hate that word- its so over-used. But he is really elegant. I just stared and smiled a lot. His sentence should get lessened- especially considering all these fabulous dumb sluts who have fucked up and only had to stay in there for a few hours. If only I were a judge..

Not to mention, he is so fine.


Anyways, his boy Yung LA was hollering at me. So I'll holler for him..
He's a young fucker but cool!
(http://www.myspace.com/yunglamusic) hahah

I also partied the hardest I've ever partied this past Saturday. It started at 10pm and went until 3pm the next day. I think I will write a book some day on my experiences.


I need a gd vacation.

Fancy this!

I am going to change my number.
My life, friends, job, boyfriend, studies, interests, future are all 212, for sure.
And I haven't been this happy in quite a bit of time.

Time to go pounce on my bird!

xx

F.M.L.

My pseudo-"Nights In Rodanthe"-romance is over. I've spent the last 72 hours with this incredible english boy I met a week back. A few different agencies signed him so he won't be returning to the UK just quite yet. I actually made love.

Why Hello March.

Big fucking things will be happening for me within the next 4 weeks. And Big is good.

I secretly like not having a best friend anymore, right now, whatever. Just a group of good friends. It suites my 'everything' right now. I don't have the time to make time for anyone except myself and my goals.

Paris Fashion Week? Should I go?


I wish I new how to play the piano, real bad. And I need to learn French. Oi-Boy!


I like his funny accent and the lovely mouth it comes out of. Mmmm Enjoy while it lasts!