March 2012
I work over 12 hours in the Memphis heat today for this show. This is my third day working at least ten hours in a row. I’m fucking exhausted. But god do I love working on a set. It’s where I belong even if I’m just doing production work.
Starting today til Sunday (unless I get fired)
I’ll be missing school and doing production work on a show called Pit Masters. I shall be everyone’s bitch.
I’m excited for my 10-12 hour days.
Anonymous asked: you're pretty damn cute! ^__^
SO I need to dye my hair, but all of my girl friends are busy or do not exist and I’m too afraid to ask my boy bffs because they’ll fuck it up or think I’m weird.
And my brothers are just out of the question.
If I dont dye my hair soon I might do something crazy.
Like cut it.
Watching the IT Crowd.
Losing my shit. So good.
I was just asked if I can lift and carry things, for this PA position next weekend, and I was like “I can carry as much as my height and weight will allow, yea sure.”
Um, no. I cant fucking lift anything. Im 110 lbs of pure mush and I’ve broken both arms and have arthritis. But I want that fucking job.
I’msogoddamnfuckingsad
Anonymous asked: long distance doesn't work.
Ouch
You broke my heart.
Right now
I do need a compliment, or something, but not from a married man.
Disgusting. I really want to tell his wife, but whatever.
I’m never getting married.
