When auditioning for something

Timing is alway esssential. For instance, I was just half an hour late.

Speaking to foreign actors

Is not always easy. I met a wonderful traditional Balinese dancer yesterday and wanted to ask him so many things. Cue the following. Me: Hi, good to see you! Where’re you going? Him: Theatre! You? Me: Just walking my dog. I saw your performance yesterday, it was fantastic! Thank you so much! Him: Dog!

You feel like you can stand up for yourself

When you're at a party and, in a none-too friendly manner, tell the creepy old guy to stop staring at you, and he does. And when you realize he's the only all-powerful movie magnate in your country, you feel pretty stupid.

Meeting gay people

Of the other sex is so much easier than just meeting heterosexual people of the other sex. You don’t have to worry about anyone ever getting into a weird situation or their motivation to talk to you. They talk to you ‘coz they want to, not to get in your pants.

One of the benefits of being an adult

Is that when you’ve just spent all your money on stuff you don’t really want but need for work, you can use the rest of it to buy gummybears for lunch.

You know you're a lady

When you greet your landlord in your flowing pink robes and tell him there is no chance in hell that you’re going to pay more than what you bargained for, sipping coffee all the while. It's my house now.

Sometimes I wish I had more dogs, but then I remember shedding season. The hair on that dog is NOT attached. It will come loose upon touch, kind words or just looking and fly to stick to your prettiest, most expensieve clothes.

Eat that shit

I was pretty proud of making a healthy and nutritious lunch, ready for the exact minute my boyfriend arrives. When he walked in, he wanted to know why the kitchen smells like jizz.

I devised a new phrase today. Youtube-odyssey: when you start by just looking up an old favourite song, then move onto that artist’s playlist then somehow find your way to the “best waist workout”, then a weekly food plan, then the Rothschild family’s Wikipedia page then back to youtube to just quickly check if anyone’s posted anything new about Hillary’s tounge cancer, then… I think you might get it.

Funny how job hunting is pretty much the same in all proffesions. You want an agent? Get experience. You want experience? Where’s your agent?

When you’ve been a tumblr-lurker for years and reblog something by accident, and have no idea what just happened and how to undo it…