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177/365 – Adult Babies and Miley Cyrus

This is a whirlwind kind of day.  Not a whirlwind as in, “Did you read my post from yesterday . . . still farting.”  No, this is my last day in LA till I move back in June.  By the time you read this, I will be back in Chicago.  I have to delay the posting of this because I’m surprising Megan.  She thinks I’m returning on Friday.  Nope.  Can’t wait to surprise her with my “breaking and entering” routine.  She’ll fall in love with me all over again.

There! Now she won;t see me sneak up behind her and hug her. The mask is so she won’t smother me with too many kisses.

This day is crazy because I’m trying to fit in a lot of things.  I’m 7 days behind on my blog.  So I have to gather all my notes and get these puppies into the system — That rip-o-matic killed my multitasking.  As well, I have two interviews for internships today.  One with the producer’s Guild of America and one with a Manager who reps writers.  Mostly comedy.  I’m really excited about the prospect of both.

So, I’m sitting at a Starbucks trying to finish my posts before my second interview (I got the PGA one, by the way.) when my good friend and fellow Nebraskan, Michelle Sullivan, IMs me on Facebook.  She’s loving the posts so far, but then send me two videos that she said reminded her of me . . . somehow these visions were brought on by this blog.  So, I’m bringing them to you on behalf of Michelle.  This is what she thinks of me . . . I’m such a lucky son of a bitch.

 

Because I have to climb . . . and I usually climb by walking down by CG highways.

 

And I’m a big baby . . .

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