charstarlene

“Ice skating” at Piedmont Park, Downtown Atlanta.

Alexis and I at a party in Decatur, GA. We were in and out in 10 minutes.

My nephew Rush and I made paper bobblehead monsters today.

Atlanta, GA.

Random shit.

My friend Luis was in town. We’ve been homies for seven years now, in both Arizona and NYC. We ate a lot of bagels while watching a lot of Sex and the City in 2005, and though we lived in the same house, communicated mostly through text message.

So stoked that Twaggies featured another one of my tweets!

A simple request.

Dear Performers of any and every kind,

You are on a stage.

Wear something decent.

Wear something flattering.

We all have to look at you.

Don’t make it uncomfortable. Don’t be off-putting. Make your mother proud.

We know you’re an artist. We know you’re a rock star. We know you’re a funny comedian. We know you’re special and different and you “don’t care what other people think.” Don’t be a slob. Respect yourself.

You can still be yourself while looking presentable.

Sincerely,
Char
(Inspired by watching improvisers. And Jared Leto.)