because i definitely could have filled your glasses last week. the tears. they. would. not. stop. last wednesday marked my biggest audition to date. a soap. a soap i had watched as i child with my mom, characters that were an integral part of my adolescence (my body...
although my inner molly jensen is save to correct some of you in yesterday’s condolences; i cannot, in good conscience, allow those of you to still falsely believe yesterday’s toothless photograph is me. i am shocked and flattered (even if she is missing...
this week i find myself loitering in the terminal. i’m hesitant to board. my parcels feel a bit under-packed. study and schooling will cure this current self stammer. soon, i will descend those steps confidently to my gate. first class ticket in hand; toting my...
blech. someone had herself one too many mr. goodbar’s this weekend. my triple xxl robe from men’s: husky and high even feels snug this morning. HD friendly i am not. rather, stick an apple in my mouth and fire-pit me up luau style. i can’t go on...
the metal folding chairs at the starbucks on gower and sunset blvd provide a surprisingly comfy structure for napping. tell me to use their restroom though, and i’d have to give you my kidney instead. yesterday i had to drive to l.a. twice. i saw a man lose his...
yesterday, i booked a job on an upcoming court show. fueled by the euphoric fumes of a successful audition i cartwheeled my way into acting class; only to hiroshima the shit out of my drunk driving monologue. what was supposed to be a moving, heartfelt plea against...
