Sunset Gutter
Monday night Marky and I went to a swanky Hollywood thing and I wore big hair: 
The weird thing about going to these events - whether it’s as a spectator or if I’m covering it for a “legit” blog that I write for … is when you’re walking in. People on the sidewalk turn and look at you in anticipation, then as you get closer, they turn away. The other night, a photographer started to reach for his camera then realized Mark and I were “nobodies” (except in our own minds, of course). It makes you realize how easy it is to go insane out here - imagine if you were famous once, then became a nobody and had people physically turn away after your star fell?
It’s a strange world.
PS. Today I got asked to play a nun on TV. That freaked me out b/c my mother was a former nun (she left before she took her vows.) Nuns freak me out. Not as much as giant bunnies or Peeps, but they still give me chills. Sadly, I didn’t get to do it.
