Author Archive | Alison Rosen

I haven’t had a drink since over a month ago, which is likely hard to believe since I’m a total lush who’s been known to teetotal for stretches, but somehow an appletini was purchased by Michelle Collins with my name on it tonight after Red Eye and I actually drank that fruity bullshit. I know I will regret this tomorrow if not sooner.

This just in! Breaking! Um, other words that mean stuff like that!

Over on The Activity Pit the question of whether I’m too snooty to answer their questions now that I’m all “Hollywood n’stuff” was posed, and the question was what I did on my California vacation. Here is my response:

I am totally too snooty to answer your questions however I’m having my personal assistant write this. She is typing and I’m standing over her shoulder shouting FASTER! FASTER! and if she doesn’t speed up I’m probably going to have her shot, because her dilly-dallying doesn’t please me, and when things don’t please me, I’ve taken to having them shot. It’s just a little thing I do now that absolute power has corrupted me absolutely. As for my vacation, it was a working vacation, so I woke up and enjoyed coffee on the veranda while idly asking my assistant to check my email. Then I napped for a few hours while having my already supple skin made suppler by a fleet of masseueueueusses (my assistant had trouble with that word). Then I went on a harbor cruise while being fanned with palm fronds shipped in from the gulf of, um, bornego. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? Well, it’s very tiny and very exclusive so it doesn’t surprise me that you haven’t. One time I went there with five of my assistants and only four of us were allowed in so I had the extraneous person shot as is my way, as I’ve explained. In between all this I did stories for magazines including Page Six, Maxim and another one, and then I had all my internal organs rotated which is just something we LA folk are trying out. It’s cool, but if you want to make yourself throw up, you have to stick your finger up your butt.

Oh my God, I am so sorry my assistant just wrote that. She is disgusting!

And I did kind of get a tan, but not on purpose, it was just from being outside.

When I woke up it smelled strongly of bug spray in my room—and not the girly kind of “bug spray mixed with flowers” that I occasionally make use of, but some kind of very strong industrial pesticide that stripped the chitin right off my lungs. Now it smells like curry.

Wait, now it’s bug spray again.

I should probably close my window, but I spent so long last night saying hello to spring by wrenching the damn thing open and then putting the little screen in and then struggling to close it on top of the screen that I’m hesitant to mess with it again. If my lungs have to fill with tiny particles, so be it. Hm, I think I can actually taste it right now.

That’s New York for you: elaborate machinations to open a damn window. In California you’d just have your butler do it.

Headache! I have thought myself into a headache. I’m convinced this is a headache in my mind. Also a headache in my head.

Also in the “that’s New York for you” is crossing against the light. I always have a moment when I come back to the city where I’m waiting for the light to change and then, embarrassed, I realize it’s because I’ve gone soft. I’ve forgotten that I don’t have to wait! Then I go running like a girl through the intersection.

Since it’s Thursday night, obviously I’m out having a great time, however if I were home I’d have to say that The Kardashian True Hollywood Story is making me cry a little!

Also, the girl in the photo below is Blake Lively who plays Serena on Gossip Girl.

And lastly, my dad is fine, everything went well, thanks for the kind wishes!

Oh and one more thing. New York is getting kind of hot. I hate that. Or maybe it’s just my apartment which I’m totally not in right now because I’m out being social.