Children with the kooties. Costars with the kooties. Long transoceanic calls to agents. German babysitters.
Can an opera star's life be more b0ring?
It's much funnier to try to guess what JK's week was really like.
"Woke up vaguely nauseous after a long night of teh secks with A. Oh my goodness what are these scratches on my throat? Better get tetanus shots later today"
"Nuclear-powered curling iron is totally fried. Again. Call the concierge, schnell"-
"MTV said that Audioslave is still without lead singer. I'm cuter than Chris Cornell, aren't I? Remember to ask agent for Tom Morello's number".
"Book Brazilian wax for next Thursday. Ask for that smoky-eyed waxer I saw last time".
"Received offer to appear this coming summer in a production of Orphéè where Amore is a baritone and Eurydice gets gangbanged on a coffin. Laughed in agent's faces. What kind of a moron would take that role, come on".
"A.", of course, as everyone knows, is not Anna. It's that other A.