The Woes of an Ex-Party Girl Writer

Ok so I’m working on my script “Mojo,” I’ve got tech-itis-- Meaning, I just want to crank out my story without worrying about arches and beats. But since others seem to be on the Civil War path—I wrote it first! I swear! I started this script in 1991 and put it away. Now I hear my favorite Blaxploitation director—no not Melvin Peebles—Yes Quentin T is doing a slavery film with Jamie Fox!  I’ve got to finish mine! I really do.  Think Darlene think, what is the conflict in every scene???!!!

I can’t think because I’m on HCG  trying to squeeze myself back into the land of the skinny minnies—and guess what, it’s not working!!!!

I’m going to LA next week for my 100^th birthday—ok not quite but after 40 they all just fly by—anyway…I’m going to see my friend Malina Moye play on the same bill as Chaka (sang it girl) Khan, Stevie Wonder and super sexy Eric Benet among others. It’s all going down on my birthday—November 1^st—that’s All Saint’s Day for the Catholics out there.

Yet, I’m feeling vexed. Is it because my script isn’t finished and here’s the perfect opp to shop it? NO! It’s because I’ve not quite shrunk back into a 4—add about 1.5 sizes and I’m bigger than most of Hollywood put together. Even a “4” is fat in La-la land.

And…I’m not botoxed out! Dang it! My eyes crinkle when I smile! I don’t have any filler so I have “parenthesis” not much but enough to stare at myself in every mirror, wondering if I look like “Madam” that old puppet on a string from the 70s. I’ve been practicing tiny smiles, but mine is big and broad. Why do I have all these teeth!

My friend Malina isn’t botoxed out, she’s beautiful and doesn’t have a panther face but she is a double 0. (I plan to bring cake for her to eat lol).  I hope that if we take a picture together some other poor wandering soul from another planet that just happens to eat a meal every day, takes one with us. Us size 8 and up girls have to stick together.