Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The review came out today.

I don't want to talk about it. But I'll tell you this: I was "charming."

Here's the picture for the article.

I had to do an interview on the radio today. I did a scene reading and then came third-degree grill. How old are you; Oh, congrats on getting accepted to School of Choice; What work have you done previously; How did you like working with the rest of the cast; Tell us about your character; What do you plan to major in; What fruits do you play with backstage?

Actually, they didn't ask that last thing. But I was paranoid about it the whole time, like somehow they found out about our cucumber joke.

Argh. I had to press the little yellow "cough" button once or twice. it's this neat-o little thing that you press when you feel like you have to hock up a kidney on the air. When the DJ asked me to explain my relationship with Gavin/Gilbert, my finger was on that button for quite awhile. I mean, what the hell kind of question is that?

I bought some shorts at Old Navy today, too. I aptly dubbed them my Bum-Nibbler shorts, because A) I have no butt, and B) it feels like something is eating at my ass when I wear those shorts for some reason. So I'm going to wear them to the theater tomorrow where we can continue our conversation about cucumbers and people pleasing other people. I'll have to tell Gavin what the DJ was curious about. He'll get a good chuckle out of that.

By the way, My Regional Newspaper, you guys SUCK. Hire some quality art critics. If you don't, then the next time you feel the need to send your sports writer to critique my acting, you will soon feel my foot up your ass. Got it?

it's not that I got a bad review. I got a raving review. I was "wonderful," "charming," and all that crap. But it was completely unfair to the rest of the cast. Now, if I was the heinous bitch that some people think me to be, I wouldn't care about a thing like this. But I do. Everybody else worked just as hard as me, and they got brought down by the fucking sports writer.

I introduced Brooke to the wonderful world of the Rocky Horror Picture Show last night. I did her transvestite makeup and took pictures. I added some "morning-after/hangover" pics, just for kicks. (Hey. That rhymed. Cool.) See them here.

Well, I've go to go hang up my Bum-Nibbler shorts and check on the kittens, whom I named Lynde, Poe, Pye, and Gwenivere. (Or however you spell it.) Those are the most adorable creatures alive!

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