It's Not Easy Being (formerly) Green

My only plan for this entire weekend was to drink every night. Sorry Mom, sorry liver, sorry life.

I mean, I'd just been through Hell, I deserved a bottle of SOMETHING.

and yet, not a single beer has touched my lips. No shots either...I promise.

Instead, the weekend was filled with emotions. New emotions...not the emo shit that's filled this blog thus far.

OK actually yeah just more emo shit.

I'm working with another agent-that's-not-my-agent. I suddenly know how every guy I "sort of dated" felt like...Sorry dudes.

That being said, I had yet another audition to prepare for that show I'm still not advertising.

and it went great! Phenomenal! I sang better than ever! They loved my voice! Everyone (the two people in the room) was smiling! They liked me SO much they (one person) asked me to come back the next day and tap.


...and we'll leave it there for now or I risk finishing this bottle of Merlot prematurely...

But my focus this weekend could be diverted from the life of an actor for my F15 Bros were in town. The New Hotness had arrived!

My Men in Green hit NYC and I had front row seats!!

Worst. Idea. Ever.

A wise man (my father) once said that Americans are afraid to take vacations from work because we can't handle the idea that our jobs can continue without us as if nothing ever changed.

Well, America...I am not afraid to admit that I can no longer watch F15 perform because I can't handle the idea that the group can continue without me as if nothing ever changed.

OK, sure, some things changed. Their Hotness Factor did slip a few points with one less beautiful blonde boy and there was a significant lack of belting...but other than that they were...hot...without me.

The worse part was I couldn't even party with them after the show because I had to wake up for that audition (perfect that and audition for a religiously themed show was on a Sunday...).

So where does that leave me now America?

Jobless and Bro-less.

#less

Oh wait what? F15 party tonight? In Manhattan? Yeah I'll be right over.

Sorry Mom, Sorry liver, sorry life,

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