When I'm good, I'm good. When I'm bad, I'm better.

It’s my birthday and the only gifts that I’m accepting come in the form of money, food, and or continuous love. Go.

What about booze? You’re of age now, you need to pop bottles.. models and bottles is your new slogan (I’m passing it on, it was mine once upon a time). How’d your birthday go?

So I was going through my Netflix and I realized almost all of the shows I like to watch and netflix recommends me to watch someone gets killed or injured at least every other episode. Does that make me a sadist?

I mean, mine is like entirely musicals and Orange, so I feel like that accurately represents who I am as a person - I like spontaneous singing and questionable sex. Thus, your Netflex might be telling you something as well, maybe you have psychotic tendencies, use them for good and be like Dexter.

Someone remind me why I signed up to help my little brother with his punishment of yard work after partying at Coachella for a week straight. I’m a fantastic brother that’s why, and also a fucking idiot. 

Being a good brother is overrated, did he promise you anything in return? Tell him you’re expecting payment - in the form of cash, or food, or drugs, whatever. How was Coachella? Did you get hella weird?

i don’t know why, but i still get people asking me if i like my coffee like my character chanel does? and i just tilt my head to the side a bit and give them the most annoyed yet concerned look. it’s not real, i wouldn’t really drink a trenta, no foam, five shot, half caf, no foam, pumpkin spice latte with no foam; at two hundred and ten degrees. i mean it was funny the first couple of times and i joked with them about it, but scream queens has worn off until the next season and i don’t even drink hot coffee that much, if ever. but anyway, sorry for the rant. i’m emma, if i haven’t met you yet.

You should just start saying yes, see how it goes, then maybe be a diva and throw a tantrum over it being only two hundred and five degrees. They deserve it, don’t they? This is like when people thrust cups in my hand, like cool, I see it, I don’t want to sing you a fucking song right now. Now I usually just open a drink and pour it into the cup, gets my point across. Hi, Emma, I’m Anna, I think we’ve met in passing and I’ve just admired you from afar ever since.

When you really just want a drink–but your busy adulting. So fucking annoying…

Drinking is part of adulting. How can we carry out responsibilities and live our daily lives if we aren’t tipsy? Spike your coffee, or a milkshake, if you want to be really adult about it.

Why do you insist on hiding your love for me? It’s sad, Anna, it really is.If you don’t stop, I’m going to pack my things up and move back to New York! I mean it! Oh, beautifully! I mean, I’ve had a few months to get used to being single again but…. It’s not so bad! And now I’ll be surrounded by all my lovely friends again! How are you, Miss Bride-To-Be?

The whole ‘hard to get’ thing works for me, can’t change my ways now. Why would you want to go back to New York? Do you enjoy living in a state of constant anxiety? No, you do not, so stay in LA. Live up the single life, there are a plethora of beautiful people in this world to explore. I’m fucking awesome, I mean, I locked her down, so yeah, I’m great. Excited to film PItch Perfect 3?

It’s going to be a long week, since I’ve been called in by UCLA to teach a class where a teacher is out on maternity leave. At least till they can get a teacher to sub in full time. So needless to say I’ve been up going through the professors notes, the students papers, and I already need a nap. Either way, UCLA here I come, it’s been a while since I taught there so I’m actually looking forward to it. 

Look at you, smarty. All of us regular actors are over here living our superficial lives and you’re over there spreading genius, super happy for you. What kind of class is it? 

New York just wouldn’t let me leave but I’ve missed you, Kendrick! I know you missed me too, so you might as well just tell me. I’ll keep my aca’s to myself if you keep your’s and Britt’s sexual code words to yourself, please!

New York does have a way of trapping all of my favorite people there from time to time. Maybe I did, but I’ll never admit it.  What sexual code words? Her safe word is ‘harder’ so that’s a testament to our sex life, I’d say. How’s life been treating you, bud?

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