So, yesterday, I realized JUST how out of shape I am. You know when you overdo it with exercise and the coach spits on the ground and grabs his crotch and says, “Walk it off, Norvick, ya pansy,” and you wonder (if you’re not me or my siblings) why he’s calling you Norvick? Well, to “walk it off”, I would’ve had to have been comatose. I got shin splints from WALKING about ten blocks. Yeah, I need to really start being more concerned about my health and fitnesOOOH, COOKIES. Oh, sorry.
I’m at the point where if I don’t do MORE about having a steady job, then I worry. My interviews went well, but IT’S NEVER ENOUGH! The three Roomsketeers are being supportive ❤ and I love them for it, but it’s in my brain. Sitting there, having espresso, mucking up the works. I went to NY Times.com and looked for more work and emailed more resumes, but something needs to happen. I just want to KNOW.
Also, “Samalam” from my old work refers to me as “The Mayor of Encore”. There might be some truth to that as they threw me a parade. Okay, they didn’t, but I bet it would’ve been AWESOME. I was going to go down to the Seaport and visit the T-Mobile event, but realized I’d go down and just visit the T-Mobile event. And that’s about it. I wanted to go to the Bodies in Motion exhibit that I meant to go to in LA, but found it’s $26.50, so you can kiss MY black ass. I’ll go see all my favorite models when I have a job. I was actually worried about “Bondy” last night because she was going to have to wait at Penn Station last night until 4:33 am. Ah, the whirlwind life of a promo model.
Last night, CBR and I played online flash games. AND WE LIKED IT. If you get a chance, go play HR-Mageddon on adultswim.com. And make sure to have a salesman harass someone. No money spent, except $2 on a slice of cheese pizza for me. (what was that I said about health and fitness? Oh, yeah *CHOMP*)
Tomorrow, it’s back to beating feet. And bleeding heels and chappy thighs. I LOVE NY.