The Way It Is

So I started off with a bang on my Internet journal then fizzled out to nothing more than an inspiration video that if you had watched told you that creativity and being an artist comes out of a little angel fairy that inspires you to write, create, dance, sing....the list comes on.  Your just the vessel.  After watching I thought to myself ok well then I will wait for my fairy angel to come and endow me with the gift of witty writing that speaks to the youth of today.  HA! So I waited and waited and waited...nothing.  I finally said, "Hey little angel love spirit lady please I'm dying here."   Well I think sparks might have been flying once or twice, but never got to the laptop to get it out of me.  I said tonight is the night.  Fuck it, I want to spend my Friday night cozied up to the computer.  I sat down and tried to find the perfect song, with the perfect chair with the perfect cocktail next to me.  Well, I am feeling Sam Cooke with a bottle of water and the dining room table.  After seeing "Drag me to Hell" which SUCKED I needed some alone time.  Actually all I want is a man to come over and do me, but since that is not an option I thought I would write.  OKOKOK, you got it.  I'm writing, yea!

Since I have coined this blog something about a waitress I figured it was only fitting to include something about my secret life.  At night I put on my black uniform that consists of a black Banana Republic shirt, Dickies black pants, my Micheal Kors brown belt, and always rotating fun kicks...oh wait and my long gross black apron.  I think I just threw up alittle in my mouth.  When did my after school waitressing job turn into a full time job?  I moved out to LA to be an actress and I have been waiting around for too long.  I'm tired.  I know I should be making my own work and "pounding that pavement," but I am tired all the time.  Tired of the scene, the people, the lack of change and I just want to keep sleeping.  I may have a problem in which case please send me help.  I also live the night life.  Sometimes I feel like a vampire.  I can only function in the evening time because of my job, which by the way I am fantastic at.  Ewww Sickkkkk, I AM A GREAT WAITRESSSSS.  HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??  Yes, I am "on" all the time when it comes to waiting on the people that make up Hollywood.  Really?  All I want is to be dazzling hollywood with my talent of acting, being funny, and cute.  How do I do dat?

(sigh of relief) 

I think the muse fairy as just left and I have no more to say.  Oh wait maybe I am just tired.  Sleep tight.    

Amanda