Busy day today, My Tumbling Tots of Treatness. I have an audition in about an hour and a half, that i need to try and nail. I’m always quite confident until it’s the day of, or the moment before. Then i start to sweat it a little (haha) and begin a trail of quite annoying nervous laughter. It’s always the waiting that gets me, but i never ever show it. I don’t like to be around nervous people before and audition, as they seem to spread their ‘jiggies.’ I like to get things over and done with, smeared over with a solid lash of ‘Va Voom.’ Once i walk into the room and get started, then i’m dandy. The show-off and the fighter in me takes over and tries to tally me on that score board of Greatness. I need to get it done. I’m just laughing at the hideous amount of fake tan i’ve decided to apply to my face. I’ll never learn. I’m terrifying. Three cheers!!
Other than that, i have a lot to do all day. This ‘no Facebook for a week’ marlarky is going to prove to be quite beneficial for my work. I finally won’t be so easily distracted and i’ll knuckle down to the old ‘heave ho.’ It’s already working. Facebook really is the Devil. My day is littered with juicy meetings, auditions, reads, writing sessions and openings of Fashion Shows. I’m excited and i’m slowly realizing what i’ve got to do, in order to get what i want. I always ‘jiggery pokery’ off into the distance and forget to actually get the work done. I need a mentor, a teacher, someone to discipline me. I’m as wild as they come and sometimes people like me, need a bootcamp soldier to put me in check and refuse to sleep with me. Maybe i need a female mentor?? The men always submit to the Wunna charm.
I’ve spent the morning BBM-ing Samuel who was in a taxi coming back from a night out in Hollywood, with four delicious males. I’m a pretty decent friend this morning. (Yes, i am shocked by this behaviour.) I gave him a little yet much needed ‘prop up.’ (Oh-er.) Anyway, I do need to go now. I must tend to this whole audition thing. Infact, i seem to have talked the ‘jeepers’ out of me, as i feel quite ‘ooh laa’ once more. I think i need coffee?
Now it’s you’re turn! Would you rather have your ‘Private Part’ fingered by a horny Margaret Thatcher, or be bucketted (anally sexed) by a life size, real version of Papa Smurf??