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I just want everyone to know.

There is absolutly nothing you can say to me that will hurt my feelings...well unless you try to tell me John Lennon is dead. People have been trying to tell me that for years...I just roll my eyes and say "yeah next your gonna tell me Elvis died too" 

But if venting at me prevents you leashing that pent up hostility on the world I say bring it. I will be happy to be your emotional punching bag.

So how many of you read the whole post.

And if you were so angry; why did you read the whole thing. 

What if I had claimed to be HIM?

Cant imagine the wrath.

What if its true? All of it.

What if I just said I made it up.

Its interesting out of the whole story there is only one thing you all are mad about.

Tell you what. I am going to tell you 3 celebrity encounters you tell me which one is true.Which one is a lie.

STORY 1
In 1997 I had the pleasure of babysitting for Lindsay Lohan. It was awsome I let her win the first game of Monopoly. Then she won the second game for real. So I switched to scrabble and won on purpose.

STORY 2
In 1997 the late Mr. Luther Vandros wrote me a check for abut $300

STORY 3
I  sang at SuperBowl XXVII

One of them is true which do you think it is


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It is sooooo nice to see everyone taking such an interest in my well being both physically and psychologically, to think that you  would take time out of your day to be angy and bitter by how you were wronged...it means so much...Thank you for giving me that much power. I LOVE YOU ALL.

So Im just wondering is there some kind of celebrity justice club i dont know about. Some team of blogging vigilantists ridding the world of evil celebrity involved punksters. Is there a secret handshake? This whole blogging thing is so funny, everyone likes to talk about how this person must be stupid, or broke, but you all forget that everything is opinion until YOU make it personal.  So whom did I insult. Let them stand for an apology. You cannot take the apology for another, and you cannot give the forgiveness of another.

You all say mean things in the hopes of someone reading them and feeling bad, but the seed sown is only bitter in your stomach, for i shall not reap your fruits. I don't want that. I'll not have anyone suffer on my behalf.  

I say this only because, I know Im no different behind a computer screen than I am in real life. I joke. I prank call my friends saying i'm Marky Marks personal assistant please hold for a conferance call, even though he has not been called Marky Mark since he stopped feeling the good vibrations. It makes me wonder if its so easy to break another down in print, if you feel nothing...satisfied to know you have insulted another. Who else is being hurt by your words? Your children? your coworkers? the waitress whom you assume this is the best job she can get, but in reality she is putting herself through med school. Do you do this everywhere you go? There are 2 sides to everything.
Hansom men are discovered to be serial killers, average women are found to be the best companions. Mona Lisa was a man.

I guess this whole thing gave me real insight on the mind of man...purely psychotic if you dont spell correctly.

comment?
Questions?

Let the Beating again.

P.S  My lack of response is usually because im out in the world enjoying it. Im not holding my breath till the next comment

Current Mood: bouncy

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WOW

Ok everyone is talking about how sick I am...but My GOD there were at least 31 of you that took the time to read the whole thing. Run time zone checkers. Anyalize Prison Break shooting times and probably factor in time space continueums just to prove me wrong.

So my friend and I had a bet on how long it would take a post like that to end up on every WM page known to mankind. I for one thought no one would condescend to even post a reply. Well now im buying lunch for a week and I have you all to thank. I had no intention of ever checking the post, I was sure on Live journal no one would even care...wow Wentworth would be so proud you are ridding the world of bloggers who claim to know him.

so since you do read the bloggs I clean it up a bit for you...YOU BIG BABIES lol

To the guy who said I should post a picture and block my face out if I want, all you people would say is that i took a picture from the web and used it, or I took a fan pi or i photoshoped it. Face it you wont believe anything until Wentworth himself holds a press conf on CNN

to the responder who said im in another time zone...for the love of pete im in IOWA. You ran an internet time zone checker and placed me in ASIA?!?!?!  You do realize the posts time stamp is from where ever the server is and not where the poster is. Nice one.

To the responder who said i have no idea when PB started shooting. If you read the post at all it said I met him before he was famous and that would have put me in LA. -That part is true- 
I was a claims adjuster in California. He did have an accident  I did meet him he was not famous then so i didnt get a picture of him. just his rear end....the car you sicko's. I am not the habit of taking pictures with random people who may or may not become famous...thats a good idea I may start.

As for the spelling errors. Damnit Jim im a doctor, not a spell checker. What can I say grammer was not my main concern at the time.

Now how come no body attacked me on thumb wrestling with Dominic? Hmmm cause he is married and nobody wants him...poor guy...and by the way I am the Ultimate thumb wrestling champion no one even acknowledged that. THAT is what really hurts.

really though people I had know idea this would get your panties in a bunch. I still cant believe so many people took the time to suggest therapists and make fun of me. I have to wonder what if I we Wentworth trying to test the waters. Find out what people are really thinking. I am human with at least some basic need for acceptance, I am not immune to jeering. I mean I did at one point search postings about myself before the terrible things people were saying made me stop. Maybe I had someone else write my thoughts and kept the spelling errors because then people would say I wouldnt write something so elementary. You all think you know me. But im just like you. Its just the law protects you from people following you everywhere, for you its stalking for me...its published in a mag and called public knowledge. 

And to the poster that said who uses the word courtship. the answer is I DO. It's so much cleaner than "hooking up" and id misses the sexual undertones. Courtship is a beautiful word that describes what happens in the hearts of young love.
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It’s a little strange writing a column of such anonymity, but its fantastically exciting. I’ll try not to bore you with a deluge of insignificant details. You just want to get to the meat of it I suppose. I am Wentworth Millers’ “significant other”. Why have we not proclaimed this before? I did not want to be publicly flogged. To be quite honest I’m not what you would call “Red Carpet Ready”.  Regardless of social status we all have insecurities to work through, I happen to be extra fragile in that department. So why talk about it now? Call it my thank you present for not going to Korea with Went. We decided it was time. Now as to address some of your obvious concerns this column will consist of three parts.  The Beginning, The Middle, The End. Let us began
The Beginning.
Its not glamorous, he was in a car accident, I was an insurance agent. In May of 2003, he was hit by an uninsured motorist. That 01 pathfinder was a nice car for him the back passenger door didn’t close the same after that though.This is not an “At first sight” here not even seventh sight come to think of it. But he has become my best friend. I can only pray he says the same of me. To be quite honest I did (at first) think he was all that good-looking. I’m not a “pretty boy” kind of girl and he was well shaven and proper. And he does this weird thing with his eyes when he is tired or excited he opens them wide and closes them again. Its kind of primal, it grew on me, he wont tell me what was on his “do not enter” list for me. That’s sweet, lil bugger, made me feel bad for telling him mine. I’m getting off track here. I’m not going to discuss our courtship details we have decided to keep our special moments just that, ours. We don’t have any special names for each other he is Went to me, and I am…well I am sure you are not concerned with my name. We play monopoly and he always win’s (you think he’d get tired of that but noooo) He likes to be the Hat. This is the basis of most of our fights. So we play rock paper scissors to win the Hat. He usually wins that too. It’s a vicious cycle. Scrabble is my favorite, In case you didn’t guess he wins there too. I have him beat in ultimate thumb wrestling.
The Middle
I do get to spend some time on set not to much because I don’t live for the man, I work, I run, I have friend to care for me and I for them. In addition I don’t want to be jeered in any way by the public. I admire the way words roll of Went’s back. He is so focused on the task at hand. I admire that perseverance. The days I did spend on the set was quite eventful. Now keep in mind I’m not a morning person, I think anyone who goes to bed the same day they got up is a quitter.! Anyway the day went about like this.
4:00 am Went gets up
4:10 am Went wakes me up
4:15 am Went wakes me up again
4:30 am Wentworth says if I don’t get up now I can’t come because he is leaving without me
5:15 am I yell at him because he got me up earlier just so he could make a Starbucks run.
6:15 am watch make-up put on the tattoos, watch Meg massage his other arm, watch Lost.
8:15 am play rock paper scissors to see who is making the next Starbucks run I lose Darn paper
9:15 am go back to the trailer filming is going to began and I have a tendency to cough at the worst time.
11:00 am thumb wrestle with Dom while waiting for scene, solidify my reign as thumb wrestling champion
12:00 pm call my mom take a nap
2:00 pm wake up to the door closing Went is breaking, climbs into bed (he is a spooner)                                
2:45 pm elbow Went, he is snoring in my ear.
3:15 pm Get up grill a sandwich chill a coke.
3:50 pm Wake up Wentworth Eat Lunch check vmail/email/fingernails
4:20 pm Run lines
4:45 Make up call leave chicken salad in the fridge for supper/snack
5:30 dive home pass out. Vow never to ask to go to set ever again.
Obviously that is condensed but the general idea
The End
This is not the super fly relationship you think you would have with a celebrity. He is not a celebrity, He is a boxer guy who falls asleep in front of the TV and shouts to the north that he is not tired. He is a massively particular man, with no plan. He is a thoughtful man who blows his smoke down. At the end of the day he just wants to know he is loved. Yes it is hard to be involved with a Man with 3 million girlfriends and even more wives. Luci and I keep saying we lucked out meeting the actual average joe’s of Hollywood. All my life I have known that I was supposed to help someone didn’t know who that was until I got to know him. I am ment to be a helper, it’s wonderful to help him run lines, work through lifes’ problems.  We are not together because our opinions parallel. Quite the opposite our intersecting convictions make each other storonger.
 
Ill be happy answer any question with the following conditions
I will not answer questions regarding the following:
Intimacy, Anatomy, Pet peeves, Addresses, Contact Info for Wentworth.
The opinions you see and or receive in any future correspondence is my opinion Went and I are two separate minds, please remember that. I was born with one frontal lobe I still think with one frontal lobe.
 
If you have any questions feel free to ask
 
Be Safe and be Hope Filled

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