With that said, I sure have been feeling a lot like this lately. I'm sure it has nothing to do preparing for a fast-approaching move to the other side of the country to compete in an insane field and unionized market that I don't have the union eligibility or the boobs for. I keep reminding myself not to stress; that that is precisely why SAG New Media contracts and push-up bras exist.
|This was posted to the neighbor's door.|
Another awesome thing about this ridiculously generous turn of events is that I'm (kind of) living with girls who like to hang out. It's nice to be able to talk about bras and which brands and styles provide optimum lift with girls who say, "Dude, try mine on before you buy one."
They cheer you on and say things like, "Woo-hoo, that looks good!" or laugh and say, "Too much, too much!"
|Just a few of the things you'll find in my friends' place.|
I'm glad that I get to spend this time with them before I head out. They are good, good people.
Speaking of heading out, I have some good news: I now know that I am leaving as soon as possible after June 3rd. I have one final gig that I have to work and then I'm going to stay in my hometown for a few days and take off.
This good news is brought to you courtesy of some not-so-good news: I have resigned myself to the fact that *Dueces did not cast me. Word got around that production issued final decisions and I never got a call. It would suck, but I just consider it another one in the bucket. My job is to be professionally rejected and it's not like it's going to be easier in California.
I want to follow that up with some good news: James, last seen here, is now a definite on the road trip out there. We will be staying in Chicago for a few days before taking off down the crazy U.S. Route 66.
I'm stoked. I'm excited. I'm so ungodly scared out of my mind that you could lose a sock in the dryer and it would certainly send me over the edge.
Let's do this.