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So the life of an actor is never predictable, always one surprise after another.

This morning I paid to get roughed up (Boxing class, you perv.)

I’m SO busy.  (No spin class for the Columbus holiday yesterday, and working last night’s pizza off, so I won’t go on my normal day tomorrow…)

Then I get big news:  Read the rest of this entry »

Being an actor in L.A. changes your take on seasons.  (Yes, we have seasons.) And heat waves in September messes with your head as much as your closet. Like my worst nightmare, summer ends, but it’s still going on.

It seems like just the other day my hair colorist was asking me what my “summer plans” were. I also vaguely remember having that conversation with every person I came into contact with for the next few weeks– baristas at Starbucks aka my extended family, the woman who dyes my eyelashes blacker, my old trainer at the gym… they all wanted to know what big summer plans I had in store. At the time, not only did I have a big summer lined up, but I brushed it off and said “oh is it summer? I didn’t even realize…”

why does writing about summer basically sound like I'm going to commit suicide?

Where’d it go?

Now I’m having very similar conversations everywhere, except it’s “how was your summer?” Well the answer to that is “I don’t celebrate summer anymore.” My life is such a Read the rest of this entry »

The blog.

Blogging.

Blugh.

The first problem I have is just the word blog itself. Does that word really encourage people to want to write? To be creative? To share? Blog blog blog. The more you say it, the more you hate it. Sounds like it should be the name of like a dirty pond or a growth on your foot. But regardless, Josh says blog, so here I go… blogging.  (Doesn’t the word make you want some mouthwash?)

Perhaps it’s not the word that upsets me, but more the idea of actually intentionally sharing my thoughts with someone, be it a stranger or someone I actually know. I mean, at this point in my life…

Sorry, I lost my train of thought when I looked down at my mom’s Cartier LOVE bracelet and saw a scratch that looked like the side of a car after someone keyed it. I just finished doing the dishes and I gasped thinking that I might have scraped it across the sink in my rare moment of productivity.

--- artwork by Jana Bouc at www.JanasJournal.com --- if only it was really this pretty

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Thankfully it was just a blonde hair stuck to the wet bracelet.

Whew! Close one.

I almost let it out…

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EDIT — Hey, thanks JA! Nice picture you found for me. So once you tell me how to do that, it’ll liven things up around here, no?