Bunny Update - March 8, 2006

The book lives on, people. My deadline is pushed back to August, so you won't hear much from me until then. In the meantime, I give you more of my sister, who has actually increased the traffic on my site by talking about shoes, you frivolous sons of bitches.

Life in LA is good. The girls and I have settled into an adorable little house in Glendale. We share a back yard with a potbellied pig named Arnold, and two mini Datsuns which Murphy would like to eat. This is a much nicer living situation than the one we were in when we first came to Los Angeles, squatting at the Producer's place. The dogs spent their days in her back yard. They became filthy and feral. Maxie, who considers having to lounge on a polyester couch "roughing it" was offended to the point of tears, but Murphy was nonplussed, and after a good amount of time, she became wild and began to eat poop, her poop, Maxie's poop, and random animal poop. The Producer's back yard brought out the dingo in my baby.

While designing away at work I would get "dog update" phone calls from the Producer. They generally went like so:

TP: "Maxie is sitting by the door, crying and tapping her right paw on the glass. She's testing it like a velociraptor."

Me: "Really? And what is Murph up to?"

TP: "Well...you're not going to be happy when you get home."

Me: "Why?"

TP: "Murph dug a dead possum carcass out of the yard, and she and Maxie have been rolling in it and chewing on it all day. It's a smell the likes of which...well you'll see."

Me: "Maxie?"

TP: "Yep."

Me: "Peer pressure."

Some times there wasn't much dog update to convey, so the Producer would call me and tell me about her day. I found these conversations to be hilarious.

Me: "So what did you do today?"

TP: "Well...I went and saw my foxy dentist to get a consultation on my gum graft surgery. It's going to be like four thousand dollars."

Me: "You should make a web site and ask for donations. Boobs4Bun is growing fast. People care."

TP: "That's boobs though."

Me: "Oh. Yeah."

TP: "So after that, I went to see Herman, my upholsterer, about getting a couch redone."

Me: "Nice."

TP: "Yep. And I took Chloe (her dog) for a walk, and she sort of tripped, so when I got back I had to give her some pain medicine in a ball of cheese."

Me: "Bet she liked that."

TP: "Oh, the guy from the bank came to look at my house, so my refinancing is a go."

Me: "Oh, that's good."

TP: [yawning] "And...it was a good day for Hollywood stuff, I suppose. I cast Rumor and Scout Willis for the movie I'm doing, and then I had lunch with Elisabeth Shue, and...wait...I gotta go. It's David Duchovny."

Me: "Oh, sure."

Things at work have been a tad uneventful. However, my private life is flourishing. I went to an odd absinthe party with my friend Jon and his lovely girlfriend Carolyn, and met my future lesbian girlfriend, whose closet has a trap door in the bottom and is purportedly the stash room the SLA stored Patty Hearst in. My goals are as such, have sex with the hot lesbian, see the Patty Hearst closet.

I will keep you updated.

Posted by The Bunny at 10:16 AM

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Your FLG speaks german too. That's hott.

Posted by: sillylittlefreak at March 8, 2006 07:42 PM

Good to hear from you Bunny... keep us updated on the goings-on out west.

Posted by: CDDye at March 10, 2006 02:06 PM

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