Y'all. My brain races at a mile a minute. That's FASTER than a reckless driving citation. I would know. I've gotten one.
This whole actor life thing is, WHOA. If I typed the way i thought a of all thered be no punctuation and two the syntax would be hard to understand you feel me?
Third paragraph. What to write. Maybe nothing.
Who even reads this. Hi mom. Hey Deb.
I'm in callbacks for an Off-Broadway show. Weird. My hopes are up. They shouldn't be. Should they? Are we, as actors, allowed to get our hopes up for a job? Aren't there simply too many jobs and too many hopes to lift up? Where are we getting our hopes up to? *To where are we getting our hopes up? Are hopes more useful when they're high? They'd be the only thing. Bad joke. Insufficiently worded.
"Have a great day!" is somehow more friendly and less morbid than "Have a great life!"
"Look before you leap." was probably said by someone equally as intelligent as the person who said "He who hesitates is lost."
Maya Angelou is no longer with us. I would say "dead" but that would punctuate the sentence poorly. Too percussive. Those Ds. No apostrophe.
What is the point of writing? What is the point of life? Where am I? Who am I (in relation to other people?)? Come see my show. December 5. I'll get back to you on the time. I think 9:30. Who knows. Just show up whenever. As long as it's not in the middle of like a supes intimate moment where I'm #Acting.
I'm enjoying this post. This post is an accurate look into my life. I miss crying. I haven't had a deep cry in a while. Good times.
I apologize in retrospect.
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