But I bet it feels gooooodddd...
(One of my major goals is to have the right to say "my agent" by the end of next year.)
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
But I bet it feels gooooodddd...
(One of my major goals is to have the right to say "my agent" by the end of next year.)
Everytime I say, "my agent" I feel pretentious.
You're in LA. You should actually feel MORE at home. Besides, IT'S COOL! You have an agent of your very own.
But when you get "people" they can give the Kinkos lady the ass-beating she deserves.
Don't! You worked for it, you earned it. That's not pretense.
ION, I sometimes have the most trivial of thoughts.
eta: but for once I will not share.
I just read the LA Times article about the power outage. This has to be the stupidest thing I've heard today:
One customer, George Orellana, a 35-year-old paralegal, said, "We walked down seven flights. It felt like the 9/11. We didn't know what was going on.
"I've been here 25 years," Orellana said. "This has never happened."
I mean, seriously. The power was out for what? 2-3 hours? Plus I've personally experienced several power outages in my 6 years here. Has this person been hiding in a gas-powered bunker for their 25 years?
I think I'm one of Tim's "people."
Or part of his "entourage."
ahhhhh ha ha ha ha
Makes me laugh.
But I bet it feels gooooodddd...
It feels...unbelievable. I feel unworthy and like I'm a hack who will be discovered as a hack at any moment.
I'm a hanger-on!
I mean, seriously. The power was out for what? 2-3 hours?
Sheesh. In my rural childhood, I once endured a 4-day power outtage. Ice storm knocked out lines all over the state, and those of us way out in the country were low priority. I was 8 or 9 and thought it was a fun adventure. And 2-3 hours wasn't uncommon during thunderstorm season.
Kristen, I also just read that and snorted at that jackass. What the fuck? THE WORLD, SHE IS ENDING!!!!
"inadvertenly cut a power cable" at a DWP substation in West Los Angeles.When I was a wee kid, I was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen and talking on the phone. And there was a pair of scissors on the counter. So, I am spinning on the barstool, talking on the phone while wrapping the cord around, snipping in the air and not having a care in the world. Spiiiiiiiiiin. Wind up. Talk. Spinnnn the other way. Unwind. Talk. Snip. No more talk.
I wasn't allowed to play with scissors after that.
Someone from DWP should call my parents and tell them that it wasn't my fault, it was inadvert.
I'm a hanger-on!
So, shall I start the line for being part of the craxy fandom?