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The mom was always dragging her to events, like chambermusic performed in galleries, or artwalks&openings, art this’s & art that’s. The events of course being all about Jacquie promoting herself, or trying to anyway. Kind of sad. Her big brother Jerry (½brother from the mom’s first marriage) joked about Jacquie lugging Ree along as pussybait. That was true; part of Jacquie’s master plan. She called the mom Pimp My Ride to her face. Ree laughed when she saw the Keeping Up With the Kardashians where Kim gets a psoriasis outbreak before filming a commercial & their mom panicks and Kourtney tells their mom not to pretend to be worried about Kim’s health when what she’s really worried about is that the bad skin shit might ruin “the moneymaker, that big fat ass.” I love Kourtney!
But last month was cool because James Franco was the event—Central Library again — talking about a novel he wrote. Reeyonna didn’t understand how or why (anyone) James Franco would want to or could even write a novel, tho Kourtney, Kim & Khloé were writing one and asking their fans to name it. One of the perks of being the World’s Biggest Loser Artist and Has-Been was that sometimes Jacquie could hang with whoever-famous after whatever event, which was sometimes good and sometimes bad. So that was how they came to hang with James Franco (definitely good). At events, there was always that torture moment (sweet revenge for Reeyonna) at the end of each event when Jacquie slowly edged her way to the front of the room toward whoever-famous while letting Reeyonna hang back, she could tell Jacquie was shitting her thriftstore YSL slacks (Ree thought that her mother seriously needed a swag coach) over whether or not whoever-famous would recognize her — even if they once collected her back in the toast of the town nudie days. During those post-event deathmarches Jacquie always tried to be cool, pretending for her daughter she didn’t expect to be recognized, didn’t care if she wasn’t, when the truth was, if whoever-famouses were merely polite upon self-introduction, Jacquie died 1,000 deaths & the ride home would be skulky & sucky, her mother so preoccupied with her bullshit that Ree could swallow pills without really too much bothering to conceal. But sometimes the moment of torture could be avoided/mitigated by a little reconnoitering on Jacquie’s part, say, if she managed to contact the famous-whoever directly, before the Event, by personal email or cell. If that happened and the famous-whoever told her yes, do say hello, evincing a proper enthusiasm, one that seemed promising, well then they’d approach the famous-whoever at event’s end, Jacquie hovering between fear & confidence/hopefulness, & pathetically not let her daughter hang back, not just because the possibility of rejection had (for the most part) been averted, but the pussbait might just be the thing that tipped everything over in her favor…… of course she’d kept her little secret — that contact had been made — from Reeyonna — it was so pathetic! — fortunately, in the case of James Franco, the mother’s whorish maneuver had been welcomed — by his smile and some of the little things he said Ree could deduce that he knew Jacquie was coming, you could smell her coming anyway, smell her panic and toady whoriness, so pathetic to be an old hooker no one wanted to fuck on top of even still having a sliver of the need to impress your daughter with the amazing legend of who you used to be. So sick & disgusting! So World’s Biggest Loser!
Evidently James Franco apparently (supposedly) owned or once-owned a few of Jacquie’s pics. It was embarrassing to be standing there with James Franco when he probably knew what her naked body looked like when she was 8 or 10 or 12, maybe he even refreshed himself with ipad images on his way to the event, maybe the image was warmscreening in his pocket right while he was talking to them. Or while Jacquie was talking to him, because James wasn’t really saying much. Maybe at home he had that famous pic of Reeyonna née Jerilynn standing in a swamp in Lafayette-St Martinville, the one that almost had her up on a porn charge, the one with her holding a toy gun next to her pee-hole while some anonymous 3-year-old tyke cupid-dick arc-pisses in the artily unfocussed b.g. Whenever Jacquie took particularly risqué pix she made sure to do them in silver gelatin or platinum/palladium or some such other obsolete pricey process/technique to dignify&justify&signify her shit. So fucking pretentious sick. While the World’s Biggest Loser climbed up James Franco’s asshole, Reeyonna stuffed embarrassment by imagining herself sucking on his cock, then him lifting her by the armpits to do with her what he will. She pictured him going over his lines or writing a pome or the chapter of a novel while he fucked her up the ass, her other holes filled by Andrew Garfield & T Lautner, & Taylor Swift/Rooney Mara sucking on her tits too———————;D <3 lol
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Tonight’s event’s whoever-famous was called Steve Martin, who she mos def did not want to fuck, suck or be sashagrey’d by. Jacquie said he was a famous comedian who played the banjo and used to work at Disneyland. Whatever! Oh: then she said he hosted SNL a lot, like maybe “I think he’s hosted the most after Alec Baldwin,” so Biggest Loser now ask me if I give a shit. But when her mom said Steve Martin sold a painting for 28 million dollars, one single painting by someone not Picasso who Reeyonna totally never heard of, that got her attention. For like 10 seconds. It made her think of the Hollywood’s Richest Teens article she read in People about Miranda Cosgrove’s multi-mill$$$$$ contract with Neutrogena/Justin Bieber’s fragrance selling $3 mill in 3 weeks/Taylor L splurging on a 300K Mercedes-Benz ALS AMG Roadster.
Just before the event started, she excused herself to the bathroom to text & swallow 4 Percs and a 100 mills of adderall, washed down with a coke zero minican she always traveled with in her purse — the only way Ree was going to get through it. She went back to her seat and not-texted, letting her mind drift—————. . . . . ….
. . . . . . . . . . the same pic of Whitney Port was in all the weeklies, lounging by a pool with her rockin body at a hotel in Hawaii. Ree wished she had Whitney’s rockin hardbody, not Audrina’s, even though Audrina’s body was awesome, but Audrina had issues, and maybe a mom more horrible than even Jacquie (not quite). She had implants then had them taken out, a lot of stars did that, even Brittany from Glee, they put them in then have infections or whatever then take them out, only the smart ones like Natalie never think of it, they have too much class, or like Drew, Drew had to have a reduction because she was so stacked that she used to get backaches & whatever. But you never really believe Audrina, Audrina might say she took them out when they were really still in. Reeyonna drifted, wishing she had Whitney Port’s face and body, even tho Whitney was kind of over . . . . Audrina was definitely over. No———better to have a face like Blake Lively or Scarlett or Mila. . . . . . . or a face/body like the Olivias: Olivia Palermo, Olivia Munn, Olivia Wilde, Olivia the pig… LMFAO — I love Olivia the pig! At home she’d trip out smoking the Blue Ivy weed that Rikki got her, googling