HAHAHAHAHA. DYING.
and I say…who’s your photographer, your right arm?
I was early for my meeting Downtown today, so to kill some time I hung out at the Groundfloor Gallery. So cool! I gotta start doing more stuff like this on my own, instead of waiting around for someone to do them with.
it’s all finally starting to happen, but i can’t even enjoy it because i’m so worried it’s going to slip out of my fingers. i think i’ve been here long enough now to realize that one opportunity doesn’t guarantee any others.
it’s so hard to get a TASTE of what you’ve been striving for, starving for, working for, without any guarantee that it won’t fall through.
i’m surprised more actors aren’t bald. this kind of stress can really make your hair fall out.
This is not super edited or thought out, it’s a homework assignment from my comedy teacher. I just thought I’d post it because most ladies, in LA I’m sure, feel the same. Maybs. We were cut off at about a minute, so I apologize if it appears unfinished.
Nothing like looking at your call history and realizing that you were feeling pretty chatty when you were drunk last night.
WHY DO I DO THAT? FFFFF
I hate cell phones. And I hate the fact that I am so good at memorizing phone numbers. It’s just not conducive to my dignity. Unrefined, Allison. Very unrefined.
On the flip side, I wore 6 inch heels last night, mostly just to test myself. The results were as follows: I didn’t fall. I did become taller than every male in my radius. I did see Adam Levine bowling at the Spare Room. I did not ask him to move like Jagger, but I would have if someone paid me to do it. It also probably would have gotten me kicked out. Test results: Inconclusive.
