I don't know why Sundays are so boring. If you know, you should tell me because it doesn't make any sense to me. This morning Rhett had a Vanity Fair photo shoot and he asked me to come along. I'm trying to give him pointers on how to be famouser, but he's not realy listening. Whatever. Anyway, I've been shot by this photog before and she's really good, so she was all glad to see me and taking some candids of me. Rhett was getting furious. They had a nice little craft services table set up and I was drinking something cute called Amp Cola. I guess that shit has some caffeine and whatever in it and I was like talking a lot and Rhett said it was too much. I was like, "This is how I totally am all the time. Why is that man smiling so much? See that lady? I like her necklace and watch and handbag and shoes are all red. And it's all the same red. That's cute. Why is everyone gotta be so tall? What's up with that? I am furious that those people are smiling at me." Rhett goes, "Why are you talking so much?" And I was like, "What do you mean? I'm not talking so much. I talk like this all the time. Remember the other night when I was saying goodnight to everyone at Roy's? That was hilarious. I'm not talking too much, this is just normal. For real." So anyway, I guess me and Rhett are fighting now. Then we went to have waffles. Then I came back to the compound and took a nap. I'm exhausted. I don't know why photo shoots gotta be so early in the morning. Why is that? The photog lady was talking about the light the light the light. Whatever! It's the sun! Anyway, now she wants to shoot some more tonight because of the light. I am like, "I am too tired to go back out on location. " Maybe I should have another one of the Amp drinks. They did make me feel good. Until I fell asleep anyway.
Tonight I am going to relax at the compound. My weekends are exhausting.
