"hi f*ckers."

I shouldn't censor myself because of the whole freedom of speech and the press, but I don't want to turn away too many readers who are into the whole "judge a blog by its title" mindset.
Here's the story about those f*ckers.
Once upon a time, there was an aspiring actor who had just began acting in independent films. Things were going well when she received an email from the director outlining the schedule for filming. Set was being put up in a city about one hour away from my city, and we were all to find our own transportation. Day for filming rolls around and she is on her way to set. She runs into the other lead, which is dandy, we catch up, get coffee and walk over to set. The director sees them and asks what they were doing there, they tell him that they were there per his instructions. He says the actors weren't to be on set today, they were only getting background shots.
Now these two fine actors are walking around, fairly annoyed about the events that have transpired, when they overhear a conversation from the crew. This conversation blasted every aspect of the misplaced actors, from their not being able to read an email, to being so divalicious that they expect people to jump at every whim of theirs. The actor then walked around the corner, smiled politely at the group of people who were just talking poorly about them, and she says, "Hi, Fuckers".
But on another note, filming is going very well, and Levi's keeps asking my agent for me, but we are all waiting for the right project. I love me some Levi's.

Crash into me

Man, I loved the film Crash. If you haven't seen it yet, it's about that time! This was probably the most heart wrenching song in the film, but it also speaks volumes on its own. Hope you enjoy!

Healthy bad food

I boiled some whole wheat thin spaghetti, while caramelizing some diced purple onion. After the onions were nice and golden (and smelling like heaven) I put in some already grilled (and refrigerated cause I'm lazy) sliced chicken breast. In goes a head of broccoli, cut into bite-sized pieces, and covered for them to steam up and soften. About two minutes into that, I throw in the drained and al dente spaghetti, and mix it all together. Serve with some Gruyere cheese, along with The Dreamers, starring the dreamy Michael Pitt and the beautiful late 1960's and France. What could be better? Ah, yes, a glass of wine. Maybe next time.