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Changing the Channel to Community Service

it's really smart+funny

it’s really smart+funny

I really like Joel McHale’s new series ‘Community’ (except that, no offense,  I so should be playing Britta), so I’m online looking for some of the extras when I find this instead —

This article called “Community service as a TV theme” on LATimes.com today that talks about all of the networks spotlighting giving back, Read the rest of this entry »

How To Get That Part —

–that you’re just perfect for?

Don’t do what I do.

this is worse than the casting couch!

this is worse than the Hollywood casting couch!

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The only part I get all summer is my worst nightmare. I don’t want it, I’m not going to be any good at it, I hate just thinking about it.

Can’t I just pass?

Seriously, ANYTHING but a hospital.
I get it, community service, fine.
Trash pick-up, food service, crossing-guard, whatever.

JUST NOT THE E.R.! Read the rest of this entry »

Remember your first time?

Everybody’s doing it.
They say it’s natural, it’s fun, they say “relax, just do it!” but all I can think is —

IT’S SO NOT ME.

Is it supposed to be this embarrassing and revealing? Am I supposed to feel this vulnerable and scared? There’s this tingling sensation, but I’m not sure it’s the right time for me. I’m not sure I’m ready.

What if I do it wrong?

What if I seem like a dork?

What if everyone talks about how bad I am at it?

What if I get stuck in the wrong place?

With all this build up and tension and exposure and risk and pressure and comparison and intimacy and doubt and revealing… I mean, c’mon, who can enjoy this?

And what goes where?

It’s like I’m seventeen.
And naked.
And it’s my first time.

I get it. I mean, I get that I have to get it.  I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it, but other people have so much more experience getting it than I do, and they’ve already got it.

I’m only doing this for Josh, just so you know.

He's making me touch it~

He's making me touch it~

(I can’t believe my fingers have to go there…)

I’M A SLAVE IN E.R.!
Sentenced to volunteer at Greater L.A. Medical (GLAM!) Hospital... I'm on-call in my worst nightmare -- ?!
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