avocados

I have allergies. It’s driving me crazy. It’s fucking hot here. Like 90 or something. Some Santa Ana shit.

I notice the more uncomfortable I am about the weather the more I like to swear.

But, yeah, I took two showers today, electric fan is on and I am wearing like daisy dukes with a tank top.

I mean, wasn’t summer like a couple of months ago? Isn’t it going to be November?

I think global warming is only in California. bastards.

I went to the dentist today (oh god, this is going to be a super boring entry, I can feel it) and the office was like, ON THE BEACH. I was sitting in my dental chair and staring at ships and water. Ah, such is the life of California.

I spoke to my bf (best friend/boy friend) Cooper today.

He is an assistant location manager in San Francisco.

He was totally pissed and said “Sharon, I think I don’t like film anymore. Stupid film shoots”

Apparently, his location manager yelled at him in front of everyone about avocados.

Avocados.

Some talent needed avocados right then and there. All the PAs didn’t have cars or something, so they sent the assistant location manager–Cooper.

Cooper had to search all through San Francisco for these damn avocados and when he finally found some, the credit card they gave him.

Yeah, it had no money

I worry about my film friends and these crazy stories about these crazy crews they work on.

I mean, those people who are crazy on shoots…HAD to be normal at one point..right?

So I fear they might end up like them and forget what it is to be “normal” or have some sort of sanity.

And not to yell at you about avocados.