This has really been getting me down lately, but I know I can rely on ILX for help.
So, it's getting ridiculous. I haven't read a single true thing about me in any of the numerous national newspaper articles for months now. I can't ride the bus. I can't spend five minutes doing my groceries without people shaking my hand and/or trying to grab my ass. I'm photographed everywhere I go. I've taken a leaf out of Oprah's book and started paying minions to stand in line for me at movie theaters and theme parks. I've been through three butlers in as many months because I can't trust them not to air my dirty laundry in public.
Luckily, I've still got my friends from the old neighbourhood to help me keep my feet on the ground, and my parents, who are really enjoying the castle on the Cote D'Azur I had built entirely out of meringue just for them.
Still, the pressures of being a sex symbol and a role model are really getting to me. Right now, I just want to be away from all this. Somewhere quiet. Wherever the rainbows are.
― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Monday, 2 February 2004 01:52 (twenty-one years ago)