The Winter Blues

Eugene and Phil

My friend, Eugene is Mr. Shady and Mr. Random. He is babysitting this creature through a pet service he belongs to. Who knew. I would watch just about anything for the amount of money they are paying him. Even Piss-Crusader, Julie.

Rough week, Ya'll. I started my development job at Abingdon just in time to head the expansion campaign. I.E. mailing out 1400 pieces of mail...and mail-merging letters. UGH.

I am extremely concerned about money right now. I guess the holidays tend to do that to people. And not to mention a gym membership, singing lessons and therapy money due soon. My agents don't help my stress level either saying that they cannot submit me for TV/film/non-musicals...cause two out of the three of them have not "seen me" in a play. They say I am a wonderful actor, but an actor who sings, not a musical theatre actor. I plan on being a jet-ski and leaving them in my wake when I become rich and famous. Fuck them. Sorry, but really, fuck them. She said they can't even give there "exclusive" clients Broadway auditions. I wanted to say, "That's your problem. Sorry you obviously don't have enough clout!!" But still, there is no other feeling than someone telling you that you "can't."

Random sightings:

Two five year old kids walking around Rockefeller Plaza drinking RED BULL???

A guy with a seeing eye dog (German Shephard) greeting me in the elevator at Manhattan Plaza holding a beautifully wrapped package of homemade chocolates. He said he was excited that he was giving this Christmas gift and that it was the beginning of the holiday season. All smiles (Like the Phil, the iguana). Talking sweetly to his dog. All the crusty old doorman actually greet him with genuine affection and tell him, "Good Morning." I want to follow him.

Peace and Love.