I opened for Patton Oswalt last night at The FAKE Gallery?
My favorite parts about last night were Ratatouille reading my tweets out loud, and recognizing all of my friends’ laughs in the audience.
You have to say thank you and I’m sorry and I forgive you and not just because people get cancer or tell you something nice or are related to you. You don’t have to do it all of the time and you don’t have to do it for every person, but you do need to do it some of the time for some people. That, to me, is what makes us not just daughters and sons and husbands and wives and brothers and sisters and friends. It is what makes us our own independent people. People who recognize that no one gets it right all of the time and no one always has the best of intentions and no one, deep down, ever wants to let people they tried to love their best down.
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| — | (via givemeajobplease) |
There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know!
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| — | Kurt Cobain’s suicide note (via jessicacabot) |
I am so lucky that auntiepesto drew this picture of me. (See previous blog post.)
I’m gonna make it my vision board.
What if I were one of those women who could have whatever they want?
Like Cleopatra? Marie Antoinette? Beyonce? Beyonce can have whatever she wants, right? She’s had to have made a few bold requests. (Surrogate mom, anyone?)
If I could have whatever I want…
I would write on the wall, any wall, whenever I want. Maybe it’s a thought. Or something funny. Or a grocery list. Maybe it’s just my name with a drawing of a pig. I don’t know, whatever I want, and it wouldn’t be a big deal.
I’d never drive ever again. And my driver just happens to be my therapist. Horrendous traffic to Santa Monica? More like an enlightening hour of self-actualization and dream analysis!
I would have my very own ferris wheel. It’s where I would sit to center myself. “Where’s Char? Has she chosen a gown for the gala yet?” “Not yet, she’s been in the wheel for two hours.”
I wanna be carried away on a stretcher whenever I get sad.
I want a professional photographer when something makes me happy.
I wanna ride Space Mountain whenever I get mad.
I wanna go to a rave whenever I’m worried.
Whatever I want.
“Scramble the eggs. All six dozen of them!” I’ll tell my chef.
“She only talks about her feelings through email,” my assistant will tell my men.
“She requires that her stuffed animals be tucked in,” my maid will never, ever, say to the newspapers.
“I am taking a leave of absence because I have fallen in love!” I will tell my employers.
“I am taking a leave of absence because I have fallen out of love!” I will tell the press.
Let me DJ the party.
Let me choose the dessert.
I will tell you immediately when I am unhappy. I won’t have to fake anything. I’m allowed to cry through brunch, I don’t care about your new haircut, I took too many Xanax yesterday and I woke up wearing a glow bracelet. I want to talk about the lack of emotional support in my Catholic childhood.
I don’t think I need a reason to get my face painted like a tiger.
I can leave whenever I want to. I don’t have to listen to this boring conversation. I don’t have to sit through this play. I don’t have to be at this birthday party. Maybe it’s too hot today, I don’t have to be here. Call my private jet. Let’s go to Copenhagen.
“Where’s Char?” they’ll all ask.
“She left to get a mani pedi,” or
“She left to make an avocado sandwich,” or
“She’s been in the wheel for two hours.”
I wanna wear a seatbelt at the dinner table because it’s comfortable.
Give me my hot tea already at a manageable temperature.
Will you shape my eyebrows for me?
And when I die, you all will party. “This is what she wanted!” you’ll scream to your friends while you’re rolling on MDMA and getting your face painted like a tiger.
“SHE DIED DOING WHAT SHE LOVED: WANTING TO DIE” reads my tombstone.
“She was crazy,” you’ll all say, “but she had everything she wanted.”
TONIGHT! 11PM! SKETCH SHOWDOWN! UCB!
Tickets are still available for this fun show I’m in tonight with PEARLSTORM!
http://losangeles.ucbtheatre.com/shows/view/3342
