Saw THE KING at Squaresville in Los Feliz . . . I was on duty trying to help Cera pick out a dress for a wedding she’s going to in New Orleans. Naturally, everything I suggested was shot down immediately because I dress like a cartoon character and have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about when it comes to women’s clothing (or anything for that matter).
. . . my two evil sisters, Amissa and Cera—who are also my principle haters and the sole members of the RYAN HATER’S CLUB group chat—accompanied me to Griffith Park Observatory to help me film whatever it is I’m making. Mostly they made fun of me and told me I’m an idiot, which was to be expected.
. . . we got about an hour of footage. It’s straight up some Terrence Malick ass footage, but I think I know what I’m going to do with it. Uh, hopefully . . .
We also visited my old friend James Dean:
. . . and then drove back down the hill to
and drop off Amissa at her place. Cera and I headed back to her bungalow with Cera in low spirits. I did my best to cheer up my dear sister, but there’s only so much you can do to comfort someone suffering from her particular malady, which is heartsickness. Been there. It is a certain kind of hell . . . a fate worse than death even. Now she is sprawled out on the couch smoking a joint and doing a Korean facemask and bracing herself for what she predicts will be an especially bad period. I’m sitting on the floor with my laptop and I think maybe I’ll get up and utilize Cera’s $800 espresso machine. I’m going to drink coffee at midnight like a psycho . . .
. . . I think I will drive my rental car to Santa Monica / Venice Beach and film there. Hey, why not. On Thursday I’ll head up to the Bay Area for about ten days to visit all the angels I know there, and then head back to New York to FACE THE MUSIC. Yeah . . .
Cera caught a monarch butterfly mere seconds before we had to rush inside her little bungalow to film Her Segment for The Thing I’m Making!!
cera’s fridge
completely losing my mind on sunset boulevard
cera examining the wares (shotgun bongs) at sunset smoke shop in east hollywood
cera smoking a well-earned cigarette in the grass in atwater village to alleviate the pain of discovering her situationship pseudo-boyfriend is a total scumbag lol
georgia in repose
(this is the calmest i have ever seen her lol)
I’m so excited to finally see Daphne and my beloved niece Emma again on Friday!!!
elina’s mom calls her on monday. i call her on sunday. today when i called she was in the park playing uno with our friend cleo. (we love cleo even though she has catastrophically bad taste in men.) i told them amissa and i are going to film at venice beach today. cleo said, seemingly not realizing i could hear her: “does ryan’s family live in LA?” and elina said, “ryan doesn’t have a family. only bitches.” to which i replied: “. . . hey, those are my friends you’re talking about!!” lol
