Hi. My Name is Riley. And I Haven’t Been a Teenager for Several Years.
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ByRiley“Dad had a stroke.” Those words will snap you into wakefulness before your first cup of coffee on a Saturday morning. Those words snapped me into wakefulness before my first cup of coffee on Saturday morning. My sister called at 1:30 am. With the schedule we’ve been on lately, we would have usually been up….
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audition??? what is this word you are using?
have you left tn yet? if you want to swing by wichita falls on your way, i have a guest room.
When you’re done with the OC audition why don’t you head on over to the new 90210 and audition for the shy and bookish transfer student who, after working late on a issue of West Berverly High’s newspaper, seduces Rob Estes’ daughter.
Could be a cool gig. In addition to the highly desirable paycheck factor, you would be one degree of seperation away from the Yardstick.
Seriously, you could play the younger sister of those ‘teenagers’ some of those guys have pretty impressive facial hair. When I was in secondary school, the guys had some pretty impressive pimple mustaches.
The OC? I thought the goal here was Power Rangers. Focus woman!
I have not left Tennessee yet, but soon… thank goodness. I’ll have to see how close Wichita Falls is to our route. We already have our hotel rooms booked (yes, we are THAT anxious to be the hell out of here) or I would take you up on that room offer.
Heh heh… pimple mustaches. Awesome. I wonder if that role will come available. I would seriously audition. And if I ever do meet Rob Estes, I make a solemn vow to ask him, “So, was the sexual tension as flagrant behind the scenes as it was on camera? Cause damn.”
I know. I need to focus. I seriously do. The past two days, I have worn leather wrist cuffs, and I kept saying, “Just give me some platform shoes. I could be Wonder Woman.”