I leave for the airport in a few hours, and I am SO NERVOUS.
I’m petrified I’m going to make an ass of myself; that I’m going to do a horrible job; that the Soul Sucker will take one look at me and throw a hissyfit because I look more Jupiter than I do Los Angeles; that my flight information is wrong and I’m going to end up in Dubai; that I haven’t packed pants or bras. You name it, and I’m worried about it. My stomach hurts.
This is a (very bad) artist’s representation of what I look like right now:
Yes, I DO cast in a wedding dress. Don’t you?
Nervous.
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Dude, you better not be coming to LA and have not emailed me or anything.
Looking California, and feeling Minnesota?
Aren’t you, like, hot and lusted after by guys and stuff? I thought so.
Oh, and don’t pack those bras … but remember your passport.
But you are teh awesome!
Premise 1: Gorgeous, talented people kick ass. Premise 2: You are gorgeous and talented. Conclusion: You will kick ass. QED!
How was the flight? I read there was some extreme weather for aviation in Southern Califorinia on Friday and Saturday…