doll diaries pt. iii

originally written january 21, 2017 

9:04 PM
jimmy stopped by the house here in arcadia to borrow some old records and we ended up going to dinner. as if no time had passed, we ducked the photogs staked outside the gated and all that...the old drill. headlock just shook his head when i told him. you can't see me right now but i'm shrugging. i dunno. i'll always love him. he's apart of me.

i have to leave and come back for a pretty people club shoot. was thinking about hiring jimmy. 

"soon, soon...the unsweet by and by" -@heavyhorse

11:07985562781 PM
did i tell ya he sent me a love letter? it was misspelled, full of references even i, yours truly, didn't 'get', but laden with underlying love and mystery. my favorites. 
he sent it to me about a month ago.
i was too busy fighting off pregnancy rumors and drug rumors and wedding rumors and joey suicide rumors. or were they rumours? were they not whispers, echoing through the hidden glades of cielo and arcadia? and have they not been uttered for years, just in different variations? 

i'm no good at being alone. jimmy is well aware.
he's my waterloo, like they say...which would make me his gypsy lane...

10:11 PM
it took me at least an hour and then the amount of time to smoke a cigarette to find that damned love letter. 
still, the words are destined for me and me alone. so i shall only post an excerpt : 
"the stress of longing...

coarse as you were down the old canal, you were the river and i was fine...
at the harbour deep and mine...
you're estranged and i am fine.

you must be a stranger or broken-hearted. the uschi of my dreams.

kissy kissy."

11:46 PM
super duper cryptic, wouldn't you agree? i have to admit it made me shake and shiver. he always knows just what to say to me to make me melt. what a funny relationship. i sometimes wonder myself...how long we'll do this dance. he;s my favorite person - my greatest feature. 
my muse? surely. 

doll diaries pt. ii

originally written january 20, 2014

7:13 AM
good morning. i'm up, drinking tea, watching an episode of unsolved hollywood mysteries. the episode is about the case of dorothy stratten. the next episode is about the menendez brothers. ludo's here watching it with me; i hate being alone. in my mid-20s i came to terms with this, as well as crippling anxiety. joey is in mulholland, doing a project with DREEM magazine.
he called last night, at about eleven. he had just arrived at his hotel with the lost boys and was about to get a drink at the bar. told me he'd "be good." then he said something i couldn't understand and hung up. honestly, he sounded loaded. who knows anymore? your guess is as good as mine...
are we like romeo and juliet? sid 'n' nancy? or maybe cher and duane allman?

10:15 PM
"...The Albion leaves the harbour now, scuffed at the knees + chomping at the bit. We pull away from Brewery rd + across an old path - Delaney mansions lurches motionless & dear old Holloway ladies waiting room primes like springtime the sweet momentum of tomorrow...

...and all arcady shall be upon us."
-@heavyhorse

10:21 PM
"O, raise your deep-frindged lids that close; to wrap you in some sweet dream's thrall - i am the spectre of the rose you wore but last night at the ball" - gautier; 1892

how very boring being pregnant, innit? no where to go, no one to dress up for. i'm just here dancing by myself. daddy gets to have all the phone. i sit behind this screen, click-clack, click-clack, and albeit each word down on the page is one step closer, i cannot help but feel seemingly uninvited to my own party.

who knew getting knocked up would become such a prison sentence?

doll diaries pt. i

originally written october 7, 2013

12:01 PM
"no man is an island,
entire of itself.
each is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main.
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
europe is the less.
as well as if a promontory were.
as well as if a manor of thine own
or of thine friend's were.
each man's death diminishes me,
for i am involved in mankind.
therefore, send not to know
for whom the bell tolls,
it tolls for thee.
-john donne
devotions upon emergent occasions, 1624

12:02 PM
riddle me this : if the doll didn't write anymore, would she still be the doll? if the doll hadn't lived in arcadia, would she be any less doll-y? if the doll never met jimmy kiss, would joey kiss be any less cute?
these and more are questions you need to wonder about.
if you didn't guess already, diary, i saw jimmy two nights ago. he came to the riot house for two jack 'n' cokes and a beer. didn't say a word.
he not only knows that joey is out of town, in monticello farm country, but that he proposed. yup, jimmy's little brother really went and did it.
joey proposed and i say yes - now, how about that?
the next day, i got a call from his mother saying, "congratulations!" 
i got a call from johnny kiss saying, "well, it's about time!" 
but i got no call from jimmy saying anything of the sort. 
and then i see him and he doesn't so much as bat an eyelash.
it really makes me sad...his silence.
no man is an island. he must feel something. maybe i don't make him feel anything...make his heart go pitter-patter or his tummy feel full of butterflies, but still...
he looked at me like he never knew me. 
i wanted to just melt into a puddle on the floor and see myself out. 
when i told joey, he basically made a noise equivalent to shrugging and said, "well, that's jimmy. you know him better than i do, babe, his reaction fits his bill." 
which hurt even worse. 
the bell tolls for thee...

8:02 PM
doesn't matter.
on the 13th i have tim bob flying into arcadia to visit us here in the hills for the usual piece for hep parade. i thought about cancelling it...again...but i need to work. i have to write. i have to be the doll. 
somedays i do it for me; somedays i do it for the fans; somedays i do it for joey. somedays i do it for those who don't know me at all. future fans. or future critics. you never know. 
i just remember all the good old times, you know? back when i could write existential shit on esoteric topics featuring both the light and  dark corners of the american experiment. when did joey get so moody? when did i care so much? when did the drugs get so heavy? the days get so short? the doll....a harpy?  

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kathleen is the type of person who, if in your home unsupervised, would snoop through your entire life and read your journal. now it's our turn.

i kid you not, but that is the actual promotional tagline for her upcoming series of articles. and yes, they will be ripped from the pages of the doll's own journal. i know what you're thinking : 

never before has she done anything like this - the first copy of the magazine, which hasn't even gone to print, has already sold-out. the head of PR for pretty people said that only 1,000 copies were being put into circulation and, well, it is what it is, folks! better luck next time!

little has been released, but there's been several teasers floated around recent copies of hep parade outlining the entries. no, sadly it's not full of handcrafted love spells, poems based off of mushroom trips and unfinished lyrics to riot grrrl songs...it was more her pining about jimmy kiss, talking about her tarot card readings and being a generally mystifying creature. i had really hoped it was full of inner monologue from shit like private jet trips, arguments with other celebrities, A-list parties...who's a big bitch, who's sleeping with who and who is one what medications.

there's some of that. but then there's some painful stuff to read that cuts deep at times truly. she's not immune to public opinion and, contrary to urban legend, actually has feelings. she's flesh and blood just like you or me. newsflash!

still, a lot of fans feel this comes in the wake of her revealing she's back with old beau, jimmy kiss. that, even though she's willing to momentarily sacrifice her privacy, she has ulterior motives. there's been a lot of talk for a lot of months that this is another famous doll publicity stunt, done just despite joey, la la la. i don't know, i don't care, i'm just here to report the facts, people! 

PS: i'd much rather read her diaries than her fanmail, just saying.