Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok.

5 Ok's in a row - that means I'm prepping my mind for what to say next.

Ah, who gives a shit. Just write.

I saw ALICE IN WONDERLAND over the weekend. I really loved every minute of it. Everyone was really effin great in it. I liked how they touted mad and crazy people as the best people ever. The Mad Hatter reminded me of someone who might have autism, the crazy rabbit too. I like bizarre behavior. I like "weirdos". I think I enjoy the idea of being perfect and charming, like it's something to think and ponder about - but to be truly quirky has got to be a favorite trait of mine in people. People who try to be quirky can go to hell, but the true ones are fun.

I also saw VALENTINES DAY which was a steaming load of shit.

You win some ya lose some.

I've been doing a lot of comedy lately. I did 2 shows for Montreal and I've been sort of working the same set over and over. Sick of it. I sound like a robot at this point. Oh well, name of the game. Gotta figure out a way to sell it all the time no matter what. That's dramatic "all the time, no matter what" - that's like gymnastics coach talk.

I was a competitive gymnast when I was a kid. There was about 2 years when I was on a "team" - we would travel and compete in meets. I think I hated it. I hate gymnastics - I liked flipping around and getting that adrenal rush but I hated the conformity of it all. The strict coaches, the girls hating their bodies. I remember I smashed my face on the balance beam once trying to do a back walk over. My hands split apart and I landed on my face. After that, I would obsess about gymnastics practice in school.... I'd get anxiety attacks about gymnastics while I was doing a math worksheet. Alcoholic thinking....started early.

Anyway - I gotta go.

Peace,
Amber