On the Twenty-First Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...
I go all limp and smiley when people get aggressive.
Sometimes I don't notice when situations are rocky.
I appear happy go lucky.
The above have kept me out of a lot of trouble.
I might maybe kinda sorta in a happy fairy sorta way be an instigator.
Who, me?
I plan ferociously.
I let it all go.
Yearly I attend the Mike Errico Holiday Show. Amazeballs.
Yearly I receive a Holiday Omen.
Last year I was unable to attend due to my short-lived Broadway show so a friend graciously gave me his broken omen. Borrowed omen? Broken omen? Never again.
This year's omen is a Mead Wide Ruled Composition Book.
I cannot wait to see what we write.
Things look and feel much better today than they have in a while. And the world is still here.
Wayne LaPierre scares the crap out of me. Perhaps this is what the Mayans meant.
Rarely do I have just one thing go bad. I have a shit pile.
It has winnowed down to a tiny poo pile.
Dear old friends offer dear perspective.
If I don't have something to say, I don't speak.
I recently played a character who said, "I am sorry you feel unloved and I will do everything I can to change it...except apologize for it. I am tired of apologizing."
I understood this character.
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