I went to a hardware store alone for the first time. It’s possible that 50% of my purchase was Diet Dr. Pepper.
I am getting over my lifelong fear of yogurt
I joined a comedic dance team, and it just gets me right in my humor sweet spot
I want to know the name of the thing in hotel rooms, where it’s like a special lock, but it also has a chain so the door doesn’t open all the way
I got a smartphone and I have to charge it every day. what.
One of my comedy idols told me I was naturally funny and I didn’t know what to say. I got to thanks!
I went to a rare book fair and drooled everywhere
I discovered how to turn on my television after two years
I am assuming my bad luck this month is to allow for athlete’s olympic dreams to come true. And I am OK with that.
One of my best friend’s got in a bad car accident. So I’ve been like, oh sh*t, life. (He is making a good recovery and his worse injury is a broken eye socket, but head wounds are terrifying)
I realized Zedd is a man
I’ve been taking flexibility classes, which are contortion classes for not-so-cool people
I am rereading my favorite book
God showed me an acrobat who dreams of being a clown to remind me that I live in the most beautiful of poems.
Is to eat more vegetables because I feel like it will help me eat healthier and it will also help me celebrate my mental age.
Previous resolutions of mine have been to use less plastic (success) and not sharing any George Takei memes or photos on Facebook (super success)
What are your’s? Warning, if it inspires me, I may join you!
2K14, let’s do this!
I’ve been watching the Billabong Pipe Masters competition and Kelly Slater, one of the best athletes of all time IMO, won his heat.
When Kelly Slater got out of the water, the surf journalist (journalist may be a strong word) asked Kelly “What are your habits?”
Kelly said he bit his nails too much and is late to things far more often than he would like #thingsjenniferanistonwouldneveradmit
There is something so exciting and inspiring about having one of your high-profile heroes not hiding from being a human.
So on that note, I blame my poor parallel parking on my big car and I am a bad speller. In middle school, I tried biting my nails once to see what the deal was, and I failed at it.
that I’ve heard in awhile
There is something very jarring about receiving a phone call from an unknown number, extra terrifying if it just says “Out of Area” because you don’t even get a zip code to hypothesize about. It’s like a knock on your door from a burly dude wearing a mask , except that you’re armed with an “end call” button instead of a hair straightener heated up to 470 degrees.
I have been a lifetime phone phobic and also a phoneyphobic, but that’s not a tale for the now. I guess I like to have face-to-face conversations with people.
If you are a “typical” American, I imagine most calls from new-2-you phone numbers are from the dry cleaner, the credit card company or telemarketers. As an actor who is a believer in buying hand wash OK clothes, my calls are a bit different. It could be a call saying I booked something, that a CD called my agent to say that I suck (hope this never happens) or it could be my vet saying my cat’s check-up was great. Actors are people with cats, too.
An unknown number can be a game-changer, and that’s a little bit terrifying, but probably not as terrifying as my home defense system. Note to self: get a baseball bat.
Happy Holidays from Venice!
Two weeks ago there was a street festival in Venice sponsored by GQ on one of our main drags that GQ magazine dubbed “the coolest block in America.”
I don’t consider myself more judgmental than the American norm, but I just needed to see all the coiffed hair, smell cologne to help my figure out what France smells like and gawk at shoes that cost way more than my Christmas shopping budget.
Well, we went, and everyone was nice and we had a ton of fun. So maybe I am a douchebro for being judgmental? If I judge myself for being a douchebro for being judgmental, does it cancel out?
Anyways, my December resolution is to be less judgmental. But being “observational” is totally OK. I also reserve the right to judge evil people because, not cool.
Still not sure what France smells like. Bread?