Here’s a picture from last night of Robert Picardo and I. Very nice guy, modest.
I’ve been a part of this film festival since its conception and it’s gotten progressively more and more swanky. I was looking very cute, mixed and mingled at a classy bar, I’ve been involved in everything from having my short film featured to running discussions to cleaning the popcorn machine. I had a good time, but my body is feeling the alcohol, i kinda fell off the wagon last night, I haven’t drank since I started the hormones. I dated one of the festival directors, we’ve got a love/hate relationship and theres good deal of hostility but we keep it cordial. There was a decent chance I was going to sleep with him last night, I feel bad that I didn’t but would have felt worse if I did, I’ve known him since I was 14, I think him, free cocktails and insecurities lead me to this nasty hangover, and I can’t mentally or physically afford to do that anymore. I haven’t posted in a week, i’m overwhelmed by the internet right now, getting more negative feedback than I expected from my new site. Them’s the bricks, more stuff soooooooooon