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1st Day in Los Angeles

Anonymous

Now it’s time to make my Home. A New Life. A New Beginning.

Integrity. I will be a great friend.

I will not be used by men. Period. There will be no physical relationships unless there is love-mutual love. Period. I will not play Dumb Girl. I will not play Dumb girl. I will not play Dumb girl. I will be guarded but honest. I will only surround myself with people who love me. I will not surround myself with people who do not love and respect me.

I will go to church. I enjoyed going to church with Jay-it helped me put the week in perspective and I’ll miss Jay so much. He was my family, friend, best-friend, partner, life-coach and Home for 4 years.

I need to make a life here and I need to start with Integrity.

The apartment is the missing piece in the puzzle. If I have to pay exorbitant prices in rent, I will be a slave to the rent every month, every day.  If I have ridiculous rent, I’ll be a slave to the Dollar and not to my Dreams.

But if I sublet from Kristen or someone or get a roommate, I’ll be a slave to them – and I won’t have my own space and quiet to figure things out and stay sane. I don’t want to be at someone else’s beck and call. I want my own space in a beautiful dwelling.

 

Ten Things to be Thankful for-

-Thank God, I got here safely

-Thank God, it’s a sublet so I can store/ spread out my stuff

-Thank God, I got packed and the movers came

-Thank God, I finally left Chicago

-Thank God, that my Chicago Agent finally paid me

-Thank God for credit cards

-Thank God, I have friends out here

-Thank God for a car that works

-Thank God for my Grandma. I couldn’t have done it with out her.

-Thank God for my health and I am not hung over.

 

 

I need a miracle

Anonymous


There is so much traffic on Saturdays and no one can get it together. And here I am…late, as usual, on the way to the theater in Downtown Chicago.
I had an audition beforehand near Wrigleyville.

And there I was-and they hand me all these sides-cold!

You think they could send them? No!

You think they could get back to me and let me know that I can have an earlier time?

No! Uh-uh. I get there. I go right in and I read ’em cold and what is it?

It’s a sucky audition.

This is…this is…this is pitiful.

This is peanuts.

You hand me the sides…you hand me them right before I go in.

A long-ass monologue about how I’m being molested and my sister killed herself.

I mean what am I supposed to do?

And I go from one promotion to the next. And you know…It’s like the same upscale bar where the people are pretentious and they asked me where I got the glow stick from and I told them: “up my ass.”

And here I am in traffic. And there’s the show and it’s at 2:00 pm. And it’s 1:40 pm right now. And what am I supposed to do?

I mean, the stage manager, she’s just like “of course you’re late…NA NA NA!”

It’s like, “You know what?!”

And it’s like I don’t even care any more. I’m doing the best I can trying to do everything. And there’s traffic and there’s construction. And I have no idea where I’m going anymore…I’m just going crazy!

I can understand why people are driven to drink.

I can understand why and I understand. By the end of the week..I’m like fried.

I’m trying to do everything and be everything to everyone all the time and all I’ve gotta say is…

There better be a miracle.

There better be a miracle before something terrible happens before there can’t be a miracle anymore.

Because I need a miracle.

I need something different.

I am so ready for a change.

A good change.

A very good, very awesome amazing change.

I am ready for it.

And it’s not gonna happen when I get the sides a minute before I go in.

It’s not gonna happen. It’s not gonna happen.

It’s not gonna happen when I’m doing the same promotion I did last year dealing with the same mother-fuckers.

It’s not gonna happen.

It’s not gonna happen.

It’s all the same thing.

everyone…

everywhere…

it’s the SAAAAAAAAAAAME THIIIIIIIIIIIIING.

And here’s the street and it’s one way.