I’m telling you, sometimes I get so angry at this man, this ridiculous man, remembering this so-called relationship? Not romantic, not for me anyway, but I’m remembering that year that led to the end of me, the beginning of me. The guru said it doesn’t matter how much the rent is. Can you believe that? Doesn’t matter! I could meditate the money into existence. It takes care of itself. Unreal this guy. I just can’t believe I got involved with this person. I didn’t need ésotérisme - in French - I went straight into what I did not need in my thirties. This man was the worst thing that ever happened to me. I mourn myself sometimes because I was a nice girl, but when I think back to what this guy said- I’m appalled at how deranged he was. I guess he doesn’t live in reality. I guess he’s not that self-aware. It doesn’t matter how much the rent is? What sense does that make? I’m telling you I saw the dark side of manifestation. By that point, I was sort of wheeling…how could I not be? He was even maniacal, I’m sorry.
Why is everyone so obsessed with manifesting? Can someone explain? Was this at all necessary? In my case, no offense, it wasn’t! Weeeeeee - this man was a little Dr. J. Jesus! I can’t even say that I was in a Hollywood sex scandal - at least, as far as I know. I was in an M Night Shyamalan film with a Hollywood guru! You see? Oh. That’s the girl who was in a sex scandal when she was four, and some dick face in Hollywood is going to get involved like he’s an expert in these matters! Absurd! “The egg,” it’s all about “the egg.” This is reality. Was I pretty? Is this why this happened? My friends would say “yes!” Who am I Monica Bellucci?! Okay? I was blown away. I didn’t see this at all. At all. And since he confessed his love to me - what? In a totally strange fashion, while role playing my father? What? On the streets of Beverly Hills! I can’t make this up! He believed a lost I-Tanya dvd was a psychological set up. “I couldn’t disappoint him, I had his love…” he believed “disappointment” was a base feeling driving the relationship with my father.
Over an I TANYA DVD.
Look bitch, Barbara Harris had to come back from the dead to help me through this. Insane. This is my Hollywood scandal experience.