This is the antithesis of exciting but I just really felt like taking a picture of my ahem ‘office.’ I feel like one day I’ll look back on it fondly and be all, look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m a girl – a girl who has timecards and confusing paperwork and passport copies and headshots all over her floor? Lookin around you might think – sure – she’s got everything.
I’m writing a one woman show for E, in which she wants to, and will, do a dramatic reading of this song from the Little Mermaid. Which is probably why I just wrote that.
And dreamt that Molly Shannon was my boss and she also had a beard and only spoke in lines from Aladdin.