Tuesday, April 28, 2009

It's not about me...

My beloved pal Jonny had his spleen removed. Which for all the Shakespeare geeks started a whole bunch of spleen and choler jokes which are geeky and lame and history based and creative anachronism and an excuse to be a smart person. Nevertheless he's a sicky and I just re-met him after nearly 20 years. The only higher power I believe in is Shakespeare so... a pox on your spleen, Jon o' bedlam an may the faeries grant ye Looong life.
I hate showbiz. The only people who are loyal in showbiz are your family and that's only if you aren't crazy and they have become your conservators. F^&k working so hard to establish "relationships" I'm tired of it. Love me for who I am am or just go away. I've been rejected by far fancier.
Yes folk I am fat, angry and tired of "resting" Thanks to this idiot swine flu I can't go to the gym, so I'm stuck at home eating organic oreos and feeling sorry for myself.
People quit acting all the time. Of course they do. Being rejected in this biz mean YOU are at fault, YOU YOURSELF aren't pretty, sexy, compelling, talented enough. Nothing to hide behind, especially for a character actor. So like I said F&^k it. I'm tired. Too bad I'm no damn good at anything else. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.....
Thank the bard for my boys.

2 comments:

spartacus said...

It's easy to quit. I think about it too. But I love the time I am actually acting. It makes up for the 90% of shit time you spend trying to get the job. I don't know if this is pathetic or not, but some of the best times in my life I have had onstage. It's my drug of choice, I guess. You are great. Persevere.

Lulu said...

I admire your tenancity and perseverence. The industry you have chosen seems glamorous and wonderful but also hard and cruel (I chose non profit so you can imagine the thickness of my skin!)