A letter to the City of Angels…
Dear Los Angeles,
I need a job. I’m running out of money. And also enthusiasm. (And hope, a little bit). I’ve ‘shown up’ every day, kept my focus, applied to everything from “associate editor” to “server at Cuban Mom n Pop” to “promotional girl” for Sparkle’s Angels. (We both know, in my heart, I really didn’t want to be that kind of angel…)
The thing is, if I can’t find work here — even day job work, while I’m trying to build my acting career — we are going to have to break up. And I really like you. A lot. I wanna stay for a while. I think you’d really like me if we got to know each other better. And I’d feel that all I’ve sacrificed wasn’t for nothing. (A partial list: my cello, my dog, my cat, my savings, my furniture, my friends, my boyfriend, my day job, my acting career in Portland.)
I’m asking you to meet me half way. Asking really hard.
I feel like I’m trying to jump into double-dutch jump rope and I can’t get the rhythm right.
Let’s see what we can figure out together, ok?
XX, L
Image of 1960’s Brooklyn chewing gum factory workers.
Lauren Bair
Gurl. You are fabulous. I am sending all the good juju I can to you and the Angel.
Thank you J. I needs it right now. XO
Tell me who you need/want to connect with….I know lots of amazing women who can help.
Brittney! Thank you! I’ll totally be hitting you up in TKB…!
Hang in there, Grammy Elba, and I’ll be there before you know it!! :) Hopefully LA doesn’t remember 86-ing me a few years back…
How bout you n Grammy show em who’s a badass B. I can’t wait to see you Biggie! LOVE YOU!!