Friday Freak-Out

Ahhh, so I finally registered at Central Casting and can start calling my availability as early as tonight, but I'm working tonight, so no. The lady that was going over my paperwork, glanced at my hips and changed what I had written as my hip measurement. Yeah, totally fat, I'm sure. I put 33 and she changed it to 36. What-evs, I'm not skinny, I'm quite aware. I'm healthy. :)

Something I didn't expect: people stand outside Central Casting to promote their photography and acting classes and whatever else an LA newb would dig. I did not expect that, but I guess I was a bit impressed at the cleverness.

----ASTHMATIC GRIPE WARNING----
I am allergic to smoke. ALL smoke. It makes my lungs burn, my lungs and esophagus tighten and inflame, and I may even noticeably wheeze. That means you shouldn't smoke around me and even if you keep it on the patio, when you come in, I will sneeze after coming into contact with your clothes. So pointing your cigarette/clove/douche cigar out the sliding glass door does not spare anyone from the irritant. Especially since I live in the loft, come on, it floats straight up into my room. We don't have ceiling fans. We have one window at the other side of the room. We don't have a full fourth wall.

Sorry I inhibit your selfish addiction. I'm so tired of telling you to keep it outside. God forbid I want to keep my lungs pink and squishy.