Thursday, December 29, 2011

Signs & Craigslist Danger

My friend and I were chatting today about starting vision boards and goal sheets, and how we should share them so we can continuously be reminded of what we want and our path toward success.  Then I got something in the mail from Oprah. Yup, a journal for her life class.  So I take it as an additional sign that I need to reflect more often.

And now I will take a detour from this note and write about being careful on Craigslist.

Now, Craigslist has been a savior to me many times in my life. When I moved to LA, I found my first apartment and job through Craigslist. I have been connected to great acting gigs for major networks and magazines through this list of Craig's.

But I have also found myself in odd situations where a voiceover job turns into some porn-like script or what sounded like a normal photoshoot turns into a weird "I'm going to film you while you piggyback your friend who is going to pretend to fart on you" scenario.

One guy was going to pay me $75 to sit on him. Not his face. On him. Some kind of bet to see if he can handle it. I ended up not doing it, but he kept trying to talk to me.

I recently responded to a post to do an improv scene. A live-comedic scene they called it. The situation ended up being wanting to use me as a plant where they bet their friend to go up to the 1st random person (me...I'm "random") he sees and do whatever I ask him to do. The friends were super keen on embarrassing him. I would get paid to suggest he take all of his clothes off and have to walk around the block. And he would HAVE to do it. Too bad that wasn't enough later on. They wanted me to pull down his underwear and the only way he could get his clothes back is if he pleasures himself to CLIMAX in front of me. Yeah. Not my cup of tea.

After refusing, they changed it back to the original mission of getting the guy to parade around naked. And they kept increasing pay. And offered to get me a cab.

Who knows what the real deal was. But I seriously need to filter my submissions to Craigslist ads. I don't need to be accidently involved in porn, fetishes, or my own death.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Reality...Paranoia...whatever you want to call it.

I've always wanted to be like the grandfather who is like an ox, strong and the epitome of good health... despite the fact that he smokes way too many cigarettes and drinks entirely too much whiskey.

Not that I'm a smoker or drink whiskey by the bottle.

I just eat whatever I want, drink as much as I want, barely exercise, and suck at taking vitamins. So honestly, at this rate, I probably won't be the most healthy person when I reach hag-dom. I'm probably not the most healthy person NOW.

Why the sudden concern?

Saturday, December 17, 2011

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (in a relationship)

It's my final night in Mexico.  It has been a week of meetings, meetings, and more meetings with vendors to finalize our wedding here.

Trips together with a significant other seem to be a surefire way to strain the relationship. Of course, we are too far along in our commitment now to use this trip as a litmus test for our compatibility, but it is fun to see what happens when you mix a couple spending entirely way too much time together in a foreign environment. Oh, and let's not forget the pressure of budgeting and figuring out wedding plans.

Oddly enough, we don't argue a bit about the wedding. Actually, we don't argue at all.  Except for the occasional differing interpretations of Spanish.  ("He definitely said to go past 3 lights, turn right at a book store, where we will see a big bird and many children."  "NO, he said go 3 blocks, go past a library, and take a right at Grand Avenue and turn left when we see little churches." Needless to say, we got lost a couple of times.)

ANYWAY, even without arguing, being around my man so much just allows more opportunities for me to notice the weird things, the eccentricities, the annoying, and the baffling.