Very rarely do people get under my skin and send me cater wheeling down this path which can only end in pitty party.
Actor jealousy is a dangerous beast, one which I tend to successfully avoid, and one that slapped me freakin hard in the freakin face today. Trying to stay positive about a role for an extended period of time is exhausting, and sometimes having everything in your life go well only serves as a remind that things could be going very well.
Sigh. What would Kristen Chenowith do? Throw her down the goddamn stairs, that's what.
Show twenty eight was God Tastes Like Chicken. Always a fun show, and I adore the host...
Seriously? Why was my manager asking me about this girl? What does she even see in her? She's so smily and musical theatre and annoying.
Twenty nine was Naked Stand Up, which honestly hasn't been fun since it moved from The PIT to Queens, though it was the very show that added the brine to the pickle of a challenge in which I find myself now.
Thirty was back at teneleven bar, though I skipped out on the 10 o'clock mic at The PIT because of my callback situation.
Hear that, little miss born in 1985. I got a callback. I do things. I am going somewhere.
Ok. Letting it go. There is enough success in the universe for all of us. No need to be fatty.
Also, my girlfriend is way hotter than hers. And she has a back yard. In manhattan. Suck it.
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