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I would've been like,

"No, Tara Reid did not play Juliet, you must be thinking of Claire Danes. You know, Claire Danes, Leonardo DiCaprio, in a little film by Baz Luhrmann, that grossed somewhere near $150,000 MILLION and won 13 Oscars. Then Baz went on to direct Moulin Rouge, another work inspired by theatre, with Nicole Kidman. You know, Nicole Kidman, right? Yeah she got her start in theatre, right before she went on to become a MULTI-MILLIONAIRE and marry Tom F%$*ing Cruise. So what do ya say, you wanna sign me?"

You see Molly, you've just got to learn to speak their language. Either that, or you've got to sleep with them. And the first choice is much more exciting.

Yeah, we can laugh at reality TV participants, but they're getting more respect in this town than us theatre-trained Actors. WHY DO I FEEL LIKE MY THEATRE-FILLED RESUME IS INVISIBLE? AM I ALONE HERE? It may as well be a crap stained piece of trash. Once, an agent (not naming names) said: "Okay, yeah, so you played Juliet...You think Tara Reid played Juliet?"

Tara Reid, you guys. He actually said Tara Reid.

Oh, Reality TV.

I went out on a date with a guy who produced Reality TV. Even he was embarrassed to admit it. He kept referring to himself as a "Producer of Network Television." It wasn't until he was three drinks in that he let it slip. I should've known. This man lived in a world that was so removed from reality, the fact that he produced so-called Reality TV, kind of made sense. By his fourth drink he told me that all he was interested in was sex and that we should go back to my place and, "get it over with." Now for a man who produces shows that are all about winning, losing and game playing, he should've known that this was a bad move on his part. Needless to say, I walked away the Winner that night.

~ km

Sorry I didnt post earlier. Ive been busy watching Americas Next Top Model. Sluts and Prudes. Some of the best drama on TV. I know, I should curse reality TV with all of the jobs it steals away from us Actors, but I just can't help it. I look forward to a romantic date with my DVR box all day. Diddy's Making The Band with Danity Kane last season (you go Drea), The Hills, and Laguna (Kyndra can bite me). I should be writing these people hate mail, but instead, I dim the lights low and get guilty- pleasured after hours.

(KDee, I apologize. I know youre pop culture deficient and this entire post just went flying right over your head.)

~mm

Oh good God Molly, Im picking up a red carpet and putting it down in the office so you can walk all over it tomorrow.

But then Im promptly taking it back to Target, cause there's no room for such luxuries in our Business Plan.

So whats up with LA making you feel like you dont belong? I was at this birthday party for a member of the Rich & Famous the other night. And granted, I DEFINITELY didnt belong- I'll be the first to admit that. But my name just happened to be on the list and I have never been one to turn down free drinks. So Im there, dressed in all white (yes, there was an interesting dress code in place that evening) eating the best steak I have EVER eaten. I mean, there must have been some crazy special sauce going on cause Ive since thought about this steak over 20 times since that night. So, Im eating these bite sized portions of cut steak, and may I repeat- Bite-Sized. I decide I want three more bite sized portions. I walk up and help myself. Then from behind I hear, "Youre not from here, are you?" I turn around and say nothing, (cause I rarely have something witty to say in the moment.) He continues, "An LA girl would never go back for seconds."

I think this man was actually trying to make conversation. Not a very good pick up line if you ask me. I had the words of my born & raised LA friend ringing through my head, "Eating is Cheating KDee, Eating is Cheating."

Of course I just smiled and kept eating. Because thats what Alaskan Girls do. And hes right, Im not from here. But then again, at least I got the dress code right. This man was wearing pink. And I wont even go into what Alaskan Girls think of men who wear pink.

Ahh, my life as an a young actress in LA. How exciting. The other night, I went out with my roommate to The LA Short Film Festival. It was a low key event. Jeans and a T type of night (for us anyway). We were waiting for our tickets, deep in "conversation", acting like we didn't notice who was around us (some good sightings here and there), and mostly acting like we belonged.

Then I heared a voice. "Excuse me. Maam?" I ignored him since I'm definitely not a "Maam" type. Again, he shouted: "Maam! Excuse me!" I turned to him quickly, caught like a deer in the headlights and realized that I AM the Maam he's yelling at from behind his black headset and clipboard. "Yeah?" I said as casually as I could. (At this point, I see that he must've been yelling for me long before I had realized. A crowd was staring.) "Please get off of the red carpet."

Hmmm. I looked down and realized that, yes... even though I was not in the gown I'd imagined, and I had my mouth shoved full of Good N Plenty (couldn't wait for the movie to start), and just a tip of my toe was actually ON it, I had FINALLY made it to the red carpet...And then I was immediately asked to get off of it.

Figures.

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