On The Twenty-Fourth Day of Christ*&^%$

On The Twenty-Fourth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I can’t wait for the holidays to be over for me to be “normal” again.

I think I ‘m non-confrontational. I supposedly don’t know myself very well.

I sometimes wonder if the directors and choreographers and producers and casting directors, etc. who resent actors do so because they realize they can't do it without them. I'm not saying all of them resent actors...just the ones who do.

I’m freaking out over the amount of plastic surgery running around the city.

I will never have plastic surgery.

I have no piercings whatsoever.

I have no tats.

I think I might get a tat.

I get HUGE colleague crushes…boys and girls alike.

I am a “thank you” stickler.

I dated a man who believed “love means never having to say thank you or please.”

I supposedly say thank you and please to a fault.

I love the smell of the first snowfall in New York.

I love the smell of the nape of a baby’s neck.

I wish people listened better…says the woman who keeps type type typing about herself.

I think stage managers are amazingly sexy.

I think we’re here to hold one another’s hands.

Hemorrhoids, anyone?

Sometimes I offer too much information.

My adopted grandfather called me his little sugar cookie. I miss my adopted grandfather.

I’m never the first actor at the buffet and I never take any home.

I got a detention in high school for saying “God bless you.” I mean…really?

The family of Tiz have feet with a distinctive smell.

I have hope…