Wednesday, November 26, 2003
for reals.
i don't know what i was thinking. i get audition listings from a newspaper, and, frankly . . . they often leave a lot to be desired. i thought when i moved to new york i could, i don't know, sign up somewhere to audition for off-broadway plays. really, though, what you get from the paper is crap. mostly. it's very daunting.
so sometimes i end up submitting myself for stuff i don't really want to do. i got an email today from a reality show--a proposed cable show, nothing you'd recognize--asking if i wanted to come in for ten minutes and talk about my "relationship problems" on camera. for fifty bucks.
no. god. i certainly don't.
so sometimes i end up submitting myself for stuff i don't really want to do. i got an email today from a reality show--a proposed cable show, nothing you'd recognize--asking if i wanted to come in for ten minutes and talk about my "relationship problems" on camera. for fifty bucks.
no. god. i certainly don't.
