I don’t like to check my email right when I wake up, so I usually just check my email right when I wake up.
I found a message calling me in for a commercial audition! Yay! “MUST HAVE NICE FEET / NO FOOT MODELS / WEAR SOMETHING THAT SHOWS ARMS AND LEGS / BAREFOOT IN AUDITION”.
I blinked my eyes to confirm — ugh, fuck. FEET.
Clammy with a fresh terror sweat, I clocked my Sasquatch snaggle toes.
This story starts out alright.
Ervin and I were sipping almond milk lattes at Intelligentsia in Silverlake. I’m always torn between — wait. What am I saying. I’m never torn. All I do is 1. Try not to chug my drink, and 2. Make some sort of conversation while I’m 3. ACTUALLY watching people and wondering about their lives…
Me: “So what was that story about that thing?”
Ervin: “OK, so –”
Me: “I love that girl’s style. I would wear that. What–? OK. Yes. SO. Go ahead, you were saying…”
Ervin: “So –”
Me: “OMG! Shhh. Wait. So… that’s the guy from ‘Casual’…”
Me: “That guy!” Continue reading