Brando: So, the blisters on your feet thing. one-person zombie walkathon?
Nooo, actually, the blisters on my feet came from my stomping around in North Hollywood trying to get to an interview. But I’m walking around like I’m in preparation for a one-person zombie walkathon. Haha, and here I was actually thinking that my calves are already for another beating from the 30 day shred. Nope. I can barely stand.
The interview didn’t go too badly, but I think one of the interviewers was afraid because I lived so far away. . . . Hopefully, the fact that I showed a half hour early said something about my being punctual. I don’t mind the long commute. I will be there on time. Trains don’t get stuck in traffic jams. The trip to John’s house is even longer. I don’t think the rest of the interview went too poorly though. One of the interviewers was really nice and talked a lot, while the other couldn’t really grasp the distance from my house to the studio (IT ISN’T THAT BAD). I just wanted to shake him and say, “trust me. I know what I’m doing.” I’m here treating blisters on my feet. I don’t mind doing this if you let me have the job.
I really want this job :x Cross your fingers for me, ks?
Heels suck I never wear them. If they don’t hire you they are suckasses!