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My unprovoked and increasingly spiteful attack on Sienna Wowow-Sedgwick has attracted comment:

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I can get on a rampage about people "playing" artists or creative people--the ones who suffered in life or went astray somehow. And these spoiled Hollywood people come waltzing in, and it's a game. It's like "playing weird" and then going back to your "safe european home."

They posture and it pisses me off.Like if someone tells me how much they love Van Gogh, I always want to say "yeah? sure you do...you won't even go down to [insert edgy street] street but you "love" a painter who sliced off his ear, lived in a mental hospital, drank paint thinner and shot himself in the stomach?...but you won't go down and visit the LIVING artists who are around here? geeze..that pisses me off.

I love Layne Staley of Alice in Chains, someone who died from heroin overdose in 2002--and people who criticize him for 'letting' heroin ruin his life. yeah, that's easy for someone to say when they don't FEEL anything ...uh, I better get of my soap box for the moment.

I MISS THE CHELSEA!!