Mariah Carey just shot up 100 points in my book.

See full video.

Other than the obvious (McBrayer) there is a freaking unicorn and the lyrics:
"If there's a camera up in here
then I best not catch this flick on You Tube.
Cuz if you run your mouth and brag about this secret rendezvous,
I will hunt you down..."

This is perhaps the best video ever made.

Courtney Cox used to be beautiful. Now she just looks weird. Her cheeks don't move. Parts of her lips don't move. Her eyebrows are expressionless. She can't even laugh all the way.

Plastic surgery freaks me out, people.

HA!!

It's 7 degrees in OH.
It's 57 here.

What a wonderful day so far. Faith and I got up early after a fantastic night's sleep. We watched In The Land Of Women, which was really good (plus we heart Adam Brody. He will be the end of our friendship). After that, we both got a massage (it was the best massage I've had in forever! The perfect blend of firm pressure and relaxation). Then we grabbed lunch at CPK (where we had a bit too much to drink) and headed over to AMC to watch Fools Gold (it was a lot of fun. Those two have great on-screen chemistry!)(also, it may have been the drinks). Now we are back at the house and I am cooking dinner (chicken masala), then we're going to iO to watch Dasariski!! Hooray!!

One year ago today I was pouring my heart out to Foxy Boy in a letter. Not on purpose with the day. It's just that I had *just* returned from a weekend in North Carolina with my Grandmother where I was reminded how short life is. The letter was not so much of a hey let's be together, but more of a hey I think you're fantastic and I just wanted you to know that. I remember after I put the letter in the mail, I immediately realized what day it was. Oh well, he wouldn't get it for a couple of days and surely wouldn't realize the date stamp. And here we are, a year later. I will be in AZ the night of his going away party. Which is fine. I don't think I'd be in much of the party mood.

At lunch today, I told Faith that I was really sad he was leaving. She said she was sad, too, because of how much he likes me. They apparently had a conversation about me on or around my birthday. She didn't tell me the details, just that she could tell that it was hard for him, too. Great. That makes me feel better exactly zero percent.

Anyway...

I got Faith squirrel salt-n-pepper shakers. She loved them!

That is all.

Tami got engaged!!!!



In totally unrelated news, I have decided to try to grow garlic in a plastic cup in my bedroom.

Unbelievable.

I haven't shaved in a while. Come on...it's winter! And I was almost done--I mean, literally on my last swipe--when I nicked the poo out of my right leg. And I wasn't even shaving that leg. I took my last swipe on my left leg and let my right hand swing down to the water to rinse it off when I took out about 4 inches of skin. And in the moment before I stood there, trying to catch my breath, I had just been thinking to myself how proud I was that I didn't nick anything.

Well, let this be the foremost example of not counting your chickens before they hatch.

*owie*

Well that answers that question.

Today I was walking back to my car from an audition. Random Man On Bike says hello to me as he passes by. I say hello back. He then asks if I'm European. There are things on LA Casting that I haven't submitted for because I didn't think I looked European. Apparently I do.

Also, I really need to work today, and I've managed to lock myself out of the system. And it's Superbowl Sunday. So I'm sure I'm the only person in the company trying to log 8 hours. I can't get a hold of anyone to unlock me. Blarg!

Well, at the beginning of the year, which was only one month ago, I noted that on the first of each month I would post my weight and body fat percentage. It's already February 2nd (well, the 3rd depending on where in the country you are currently). I haven't been to the gym in 3 weeks. I can feel the jelly that has replaced the little muscle I have. My ass is spreading like the slow course of lava.

But I have an agent. Wednesday I'm getting for real headshots that I'm actually paying for. I no longer hate my hair (and my agent doesn't want me to grow it out!) And tomorrow I have an audition for a video game. I think it's voice work. I don't remember submitting for it. Anyway, tomorrow I'm making time for the gym. I'm not going to dwell on the fact that January completely got away from me (plus I spent a week in bed with the Near Death Flu). Tomorrow is another day, right? Besides, my "i-feel-fat" weight is no longer 155. It's 148. That's huge for me, considering I've spent the past two years above 150.

In other news, I added several new photo albums to my flickr account. I loveLoveLOVE my new Nikon D80! I watched Brokeback Mountain last night and The Devil Wears Prada tonight. Both fantastically wonderful movies. Both with Anne Hathaway. We have the same eyes. I could totally play her older sister. Let's get on that!

It is February 1st. Winter in Ohio. But I'm living in California.

Where kids are swimming in our pool as I type.

This is great!