My Pink Chat Room dressing room table

Deflated encouragement left on my doorstep…?

Just when I was feeling a little bit down today, the Universe (or a smartalecky neighbor) gives me a crinkly mylar attagirl.

Cahuenga Wisdom

Month in the life

So I’ve been back in LA for about a month now, and it’s just lovely. Beautiful winter weather, shopping on Sundays, speaking English without getting dirty looks…

I bask, I wash my car, I wear flip flops and frequent Target…

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I did a lot in a month… Moved 6,000 miles, got an apartment, job and car in one week, started doing stand up and the Groundlings program and going on auditions… Got something called “Hair Bling” over which everyone I meet goes bonkers…

My brain starts feeling a wee bit scrambled, and I go silly…

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But no excuses! says my inner monologue. Despite being fatigued, the usual psychological self-torture intensifies as more and more ideas cram my petite noggin, scraping their creative-juice coated nails across my inner eyeballs…

“Write eight stories at once!” they demand. “Come up with 27 hours of new stand up material! What are you doing?! Watching figure skating??! Quit f!#$&ng around!!”

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Alas, with my noodle tangled and my noodly body weary, and at the end of the day, all I can do is smile with just a hint of crazy.

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Cut the chains and be free!

This plunger is chained to the wall in the Groundlings bathroom.

Why are they working so hard to hold onto something so–wait for it–shitty?

More on this later.

Happy (post) Halloween!

I didn’t plan much, but took inspiration from this ultra-fabulous floor length seafoam green polyester dress I’ve had since I was 15. It’s Chertastic and discolicious. Sanjay took this amazing picture on stage at the Kookaburra. I look completely plastic!