Don’t know why I say ‘all’, I have no readers, but this functions as a journal for me I guess.

In my 18 day absence, I can tell you that the harassment from Mann and Hope continues, as my failure at just about every acting job I’m had seems to have some not-so-subtle hints that they’re screwing with my chances. Sociopaths or psychopaths, I can’t tell. Sadly, again, the police can’t prove a thing. There’s no way Mann could’ve even bought them out, right?

I’m working at a new Arby’s, 2425 4th Avenue South, if any friends of mine see this and wanna come say hi.

I wonder if the Starsight apartments across the road from the Loverose apartments would’ve been better, it fits me, future star after all!

The owner of this apartment, some lady named Loverose (what a name) apparently knew about me ahead of time! Seems a Mister MANN warned her  that I’d have men going in and out all the time! I was wondering how he knew where I’d be moving to, then I remembered I was stupid enough to put ‘Bosworth’ on here. S-M-R-T.

Luckily she needs the money so she gave me the room. I heard her mutter ‘slut’ on my way out of the office however. Dried up hag.

Oh, and I’m not gonna delete the posts those two impotent cavemen made, just in case I need to show it to the cops as evidence or whatever.

I found a nice but affordable apartment on Bosworth Road… or street… or way, whatever, a street with Bosworth as its name.

Luckily it’s still in state, so I don’t have to leave Washington. Anything else I might’ve chosen was down in Oregon, but I didn’t wanna be too far from the areas I’ve gotten familiar with.

Hope it works out!

It’s pretty random, I really don’t want to be hacked again. And that line Mann said, he used the word ‘hope’ intentionally. What, are those two teaming up? They’ve each hacked me once each. Not to mention Hope mentioning LOVER, Mann’s stupid nickname.

Trying to decide whether or not to go to the cops. I hope I don’t have to just close the blog.

Guessing your password is like shooting swordfish in a barrel. Try again. Oh, it’s not Jeff this time, but you really… REALLY… should’ve put some more hope in our partnership.

Trust me b****, this will end badly. Watch your back.

-Kenny Mann

(Tara here, I edited a curse out)

Look forward to a harassment suit if you pull anything else, Jeff.

i will screw up everything for you for that last post Tara. this I swear. Wouldn’t want LOVERboy involved too, would you?

Well then. That was just adorable.

I just got home from my sure-thing audition today. It would seem that the part was promised to me only because, somehow, word had gotten out that I’d be prepared to prostitute myself. I demand to know who the hell told him that, and why, it was my ‘associate’, Mister Hope!

Not enough pissing your pants in battle, you have to piss on my career too! Yeah, if you’re gonna pull something like this Jeff, you’d better remember any pillow-talk that could be used against you. Jeffrey Hope, brave American soldier, Honorably Discharged because of a stress related gastrointestinal problem. Translation: POOPED HIS PANTS IN A FOXHOLE.

Your move, pooper.

Monday afternoon! A callback audition for a mid-season pilot! The guy even hinted it was a formality, as I was the only real choice! And it’s for a leading role!

You bet I’ll let you all know as soon as I get home Monday!