Forty. Ah, sweet inability to choose, at last I've found you.
Time to kill, more than a week of it. Do I hide out in New York? Do I run home to the loving arms of Los Angeles? Do I scout London early? Do I give in and go to live a life in Vegas that will stay in Vegas? Do I hop from plane to plane, jet-setting to try to taste a little of everything?
Do I give it all up and live a life as a waitress named Bobbie Jo in Cleveland, Ohio?
Decisions, decisions.
I think, for certain, I am going to be in LA for awhile as previously planned. I'm not sure for how long, but I need to touch base before speaking seriously about playing a socialite with a boob job and before finding more things to distract me.
Do I give it all up and live a life as a waitress named Bobbie Jo in Cleveland, Ohio?
Decisions, decisions.
I think, for certain, I am going to be in LA for awhile as previously planned. I'm not sure for how long, but I need to touch base before speaking seriously about playing a socialite with a boob job and before finding more things to distract me.