But the gas station on my corner is open late, and has good coffee syrups. I don’t sleep much.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
The rent’s good. My roommates are all actress / dancers too. And we found an awesome party scene in Calabasas.
Now that I’m a Blue Bell… I think my situation’s going to change. My analyst's office had a week-old Backstage West, and there between an audition for Tony N' Tina's Divorce and Uncle Adolph, like a bacon of light:
OPEN CALL: THE OFFICIAL DANCERS OF YOUR LOS ANGELES DODGERS - THE BLUE BELLS. MUST BE ABLE TO DANCE AND/OR SHAKE. ONLY PARTIAL NUDITY REQUIREDAnd if two years at American Dance Academy, three years of the Dance Institute of America, and eight weeks at Hollywood Acting School of Hoboken taught me anything, it's to Carpe Per Diem.
This could not come at a better time. My life in Los Angeles has not been easy. I’m still recovering from my three-month relationship with famous party-goer Brandon Davis.
I swear I didn’t know who he was before I let him get to second base. And when he taped us in an intimate moment, I thought it was only for himself and one of his cousins. If it wasn’t for the comforting arms of my tattooed bike-builder, Jesse J, I never would have left my bedroom.
The acting roles have been few and far between. No, that's not it. I love the acting work I have done so far. Some of you might even recognize me as Vice President Tawny Mittens in that straight to Cinemax thriller.
Hopefully my work as a Blue Bell will open more dancing and acting doors for me. Like “Precious" or one of those other urban dramas.
If this gig doesn’t work out, I might have to go back to Arkansas. Old Man Fratelli is trying to shut down my dad’s bait shop, and Poppa's getting so incredibly old. My sister Louise had another set of triplets, and Mom's got the new hip. I…
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