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Dear Diary, Yesterday, I watched Sound of My Voice, a movie about a couple that attempts to infiltrate and expose a cult. Halfway through the film, the leader asked one of the non-believers, Why are you so lame? Immediately, I … Continue reading
Dear Diary, I’ve been avoiding you. It’s not because I haven’t had anything to say, but because I didn’t know what to say, what not to say, never mind how to say it. I haven’t been on stage since December … Continue reading
Dear Diary, Becoming successful is confusing… In the past year, I’ve done four shows at the Hard Rock Cafe, each one containing between 7-10 minutes of new material. On the last performance, I had my best set ever. But fuck … Continue reading
Dear Diary, Last night, I bombed again. Fuck. My performance at Quinn C. Martin’s Quinnopoly at the Hard Rock Cafe is on Sunday, and the set I planned to use, the set I thought would KILL, bombed yet fuckin’ again. … Continue reading