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[17 Mar 2003|01:22pm] [ mood | contemplative ] *pulls into the parking lot of the studio, jumping out of her car barely before she's turned it off, leaning back inside and grabbing her purse off the seat* It's been a crazy week. I don't think I've been so busy in my life. This album, we want it to be perfect, so I've been practically living here. I live, eat, breathe, sleep my music. And it's helping... a lot. Hell of a lot better than the first shit we had for this album. *laughs, slamming the door shut and walking towards the building, sliding her sunglasses off her face* I went from being completely bored to just about over my head. But I can handle it. I always come out on top *snickers to herself and steps inside the building, smiling at the receptionist* Haven't really seen anyone lately... Haven't seen JC since my diss and *frowns, rubbing her forehead* I haven't seen Nick in about a week. Mexico, ah yes *nods* Hmm... Well, hopefully he'll stop by soon. For now, I've got to keep my mind on track *nods and walks down the hallway towards the studio* 2 comments|post comment

[12 Mar 2003|01:32pm] [ mood | annoyed ] Last night I went out alone, trying to do something new. Alone. That's how it ended up. Alone. Ha. Let's see. I saw Pierre whatever his name is at a store. Starting humming some song, thinking he was being all smart ass. I know what you were doing, and I didn't say that Canada sucked. Anyway, later on I went out and ran into JC again. Second night in a row. Did it go well? Can we get a big chorus of "No" please? I am feeling like this is turning into a routine. I try to talk to him, he says something I take as insulting, I try to be nice, he runs away. This time, however, I did get a consolation/brotherly kiss on the cheek. And then he hurried off. Need I say anymore about my social life? Oh right, I don't have one. Too bad they don't sell them at the 7-11. 1 comment|post comment

[11 Mar 2003|02:37am] [ mood | confused ] *blinks, looking at the empty space next to her* Uh... JC *pauses, watching him disappear into the crowd*. I'm sorry? post comment

[10 Mar 2003|08:12pm] [ mood | complacent ] Like Christina said, we went out last night. Me, her and Nick. Yep, that's right. My ex. It was... interesting to say the least. Not every day you end up at the Hilton hotel, wasted as fuck with your ex, watching porn on the big screen tv until he passes out, dead to the world. Wonderful. We woke up late this morning, and I ran about, oh, thirteen red lights to get him back on time to leave for Mexico. Riskin my life for him, and what do I get? Nada. It's all good, Carter. Good Luck with the tour. Tour... Seems like a foreign concept to me... Please don't let me be pigeon-holed in no regular job. Eminem, I hear ya. The album is going... Well, it's going, that's for sure. I hit the studio this morning. My manager came in, and we sat down to listen to everything. Basically, it sucked. It's not what either of us really want to come back with. So, it's scrapped. We're starting brand new. Live orchestras, live instruments, lots of vocals. Something new and fresh in this pop world. People underestimate me. I can show them so much more. After all that, I desperately needed caffeine. I was quietly enjoying my coffee, minding my own business, when the "Timberdick" sneaks up behind me, surprising me and causing me to spill my cup overwhere, splashing all over my purse. Wonderful. So we sat around and chatted for a little bit. Smart ass, Timberdick, that's for sure. He's got a fresh mouth on that pretty little face. Boy, you still owe me and my purse a big apology. Visa/Mastercard and Tiffany's accepted... KIDDING! I'm kidding. Oh, by the way, you can see yours truly, Mr. Timberlake, starring in the first pop-prince gone gay porno, coming soon to a theatre near you. This information brought to us courtesy The National Inquirer. Anyway, I'm talking to Christina on the phone. Girl, you nassssty. I love her. Tonight is another lonely night in the life of Willa Ford. Anyone care to change that? WildWillaFord Oh yea and Chester? What the fuck? 7 comments|post comment

[08 Mar 2003|10:02pm] [ mood | confused ] *walks out onto her deck, pulling out a cigarette and slipping it between her lips* Has LA ever been this lame? *mumbles around the cig, striking a match against the railing, lighting it and inhaling deeply* Maybe I've just been too busy with the new album to be having much of a LIFE *exhales and sighs, looking up at the sky* How can I be in such a crazy city yet have nothing to do? *frowns, looks down over her pool* I'm turning into a workaholic *growls at her cigarette and drops it to the ground, crushing it out with her heel* And a smokeaholic chain smoker from what I just noticed *sighs and throws herself down in a chair* I'm stressed, I'm tired, I'm bored, I'm lonely. What the hell is going on with me? *narrows her eyes* I wonder what the asshole is doing... WildWillaFord post comment

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