I forgot about this.
You know… I’ve been busy… doing stuff.
Nancy looks nice today.
I should tell her.
Guess who just moved her autographed/personalized photo of Leigh and Leslie Keno from one living room to another...
… It’s official, the moving has begun. Welcome Leigh and Leslie to Glendale. Loft approved boys.
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If there was ever a definite reason to be a showgirl.
FAVORITE.
Got home at 6:30AM after spending some quality time with 'MARI' and 'GRAVES'.
For someone who enjoys the recreation of the occasional cemetery visit, I found myself utterly annoyed with the slough of girls squealing at the thought of “A full moon! Graves! And.. oh my gosh! Is that a black cat?!” To which the evening was filled with. That and my favorite line of the evening … “Let’s go find Michael Jackson!”
Considering myself a sort of Los Angeles Cemetery connoisseur, the ignorant bickering gave me a blistering headache. (I’d like to make t-shirts with that line.)
All and all the evening and early hours of this morning were a pleasure. I got all the quirky bits in the scenes which included me posing in the graveyard holding a picture frame around my face. It wasn’t until 3:30 this morning when I got pulled to eat an entire cake with my hands that I knew there’s something to this character actress bit I sort of dig.
Oh Pardon... JACKPOT! Alex Trebek hawking Hook'd on Phonics.
Hope this holds out ‘til Newhart starts.
ALSO, At 2:29 AM the cast of Reno 911 singing 'Baracuda' = Hilarious.
What’s cable like? Are there less religious programs? Because I got Time Life CD’s, Jesus, Infomercials, Becker, and 12 13 more for Jesus.
At 2:27 AM calling for a 'Hoveround' sounds like a good idea.
The Woods (not the bar, the place) will be hosting their first ever Haunted House
This has inspired such vivacity in me today that it’s hard for me to sit still.
Our little old school house of a community hall will be hosting it’s first ever Haunted House this year because the Firehouse in town will not be hosting theirs. This means MY FAMILY gets the overall say and ALL the responsibility in setting up said Haunted House.
This is a dream. This is like my pirate party x 1,000.
I just hope my carpentry skills haven’t faded in the last few years.
Another Monday morning heart attack...
Moving is exciting. Paying rent for two places at once is not so exciting. In the midst of consolidating credit card bills, pretending to be organized, perplexed on what I do with a dresser that no longer has any purpose, estimate the total cost of movers, stop buying food (because what’s the point), trying to calm Nancy’s new home anxieties, and a slough of other idiosyncrasies that I manage on a daily basis.. I’m stilled THRILLED to be moving… but so ready to be settled in to the new abode.
But I do fricken love her.
If it wasn't for Kristen Wiig, I'd 'fricken' hate this sketch.
Talking with Todd before he leaves for ANOTHER bachelor party in Tahoe this weekend.
| TODD: | Sorry for cutting you off on that last call. |
| ME: | Oh please, I know you have prostitutes to meet and slot machines to sit at. |
| TODD: | OH YEAH RIGHT! |
| TODD: | Boy, I sure hope the rapture doesn't happen this weekend. |
| ME: | You don't want Jesus to find you with a prostitute in your arms... |
| TODD: | I don't want Jesus to forget about me. |
| TODD: | You better tell this to Joanna, I know she likes my quotes. |
After my audition...
…(like how I’m updating my day two sentences at a time) I went to go buy that lovely frock at Goodwill. I had to beat some other girl down for it… but it’s mine. A frock so beautiful 1962 is weeping for it’s return.
Photos to follow.
Still being nutty about Gracie.
