Accepting my Sasquatch feet, on camera.
“You’re sitting in a wheelchair, looking at your premature baby in an incubator, and you’ve just gotten out of surgery, having almost died. Aaaaaand…action.” I fixed my eyes on what I decided was the "incubator". A burgundy throw pillow, on the opposite side of the room. “Take your time with this... I’m going to improv with … Continue reading My Baby Is A Pillow.
I went to a callback yesterday for a job that I'm definitely booking because if there's one thing I know about this town, it's that forcing your hair into beachy waves and whitening your teeth with a homemade peroxide solution equals a successful career! I arrived at this callback in the same clothes I wore … Continue reading Crybaby.
AVERAGE. PRETTY BUT NOT TOO PRETTY. NOT RAIL THIN. BRUNETTE (NO BLONDES!). WARDROBE: RED POLO, KHAKIS, COMFORTABLE SHOES. When I read that, I think of a pretty brown haired princess with pleated khakis jammed up her lady bits and an ill-fitting cotton shirt, sweat-stained Keds and unfortunate, mousy hair tied back in a greasy ponytail, … Continue reading Marco, (Red) Polo.
“I literally haven’t had an audition in a month,” I texted my friend Adrienne. She gets it, but some people assume that when you’re in LA, you audition all the time and you get famous, like, faster than Superman ever did anything ever. And if you don’t, something must be wrong with you. (What? Nothing's … Continue reading I’m Lauren – I’ll Be Here All Week.