Sunday, November 29, 2009

OOPs!


A very long time ago, again when I was tiny, young and bleached blonde, I decided to take an acting class for fun. Nerog, was my scene partner and we had such great chemistry. Something happened that I don't remember, but Nerog had to leave the class. Our Instructor volunteered a new partner for me. I was very fickle at the time, and really didn't want to work with anyone else but Nerog. Besides the guy had big ears and was funny looking. Well, we were encouraged to speak out, so I must have said something I shouldn't have about the guy. Like, "I just can't be attracted to him" or "He's not attractive enough" or something degrading like that. Who the hell was I anyway? Anyway, this guy became a famous actor, director. I ran into him at a fundraiser in L.A., and he snubbed me. I wondered why? LOL

Me? Blondie?

One evening back in the eighties when I was tiny, young and bleached blonde, I was walking down South Street Seaport with my friend, Nerog. I had a black leather jacket on and Nerog looked like a young rockstar dressed in black. Well, we came across the big burly men working the seaport with huge fish hooks hanging off their shoulders. For some reason they thought I was Deborah Harry from Blondie. One of them came after me with a pen and paper for an autograph. So I looked at Nerog and we both decided to play along. Before we knew it, we had a crowd of these huge men surrounding us. All went well until one of them said, "That's not her". Nerog freaked out and started running away. Leaving me with all this brawn to deal with. I dropped the pen and paper that was in my shivering hand and hauled ass out of there. We must have run forever, afraid that one of them would chase us. We finally got to the end of Manhattan and hid in a tall building, laughing and crying at the same time. Whew! we got away.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Hello I'm Pinky Traz

I'm Pinky Traz and I would like to let you know a bit about myself. I have been blogging for years and through my blogging, I have met many celebrities. Although blogging is not financially rewarding I have had to take many odd jobs, such as Bellydancing in parks, promotional modeling, retail and bartending. Currently I am working at a clothing store for pennies a day. I have famous friends; musicians and actors. Even though they are rich as shit, I live day by day, paycheck to paycheck. Look here for stories on the famous people I have encountered through my blogging fame.