Sure, I’d take the responsibility of queen any day.
This is funny because I just had a job over the summer for VH1, a project I did called Strange Frequency where I got to play a Goth rock band singer.
I’ve had the joy of working on critically acclaimed shows, but unfortunately, those shows aren’t always in the Golden Globe or Emmy categories, which bums me out because they are really good, quality shows.
So I begged, half way into season two, for them to let me cut my hair.
I miss THE WALLFLOWERS. Great band. Wrote my first Fan letter to them. No response.
Television is my home. It’s a special breed of person that can do nine months on and three months off, with 22 episodes of one-hour shows. It’s very hard work. It can be a grind. It’s not a grind for me. I relish in that.
Nothing beats a really rough massage. I really hate a man who goes all limp when he’s doing a massage. Who needs a soft massage? Just get in there and rub me hard or don’t bother.
I wrapped that Monday and started on my third episode for Miss Match on Thursday of that same week and we just wrapped yesterday cause it was split over the holiday.
When movie people go over into television, it’s a little bit of a shock. It’s much faster-paced. Everything is really last-minute. You won’t know your schedule for the next episode until the last minute.
So, I’m happy to do that because it’s a wonderful working relationship but I will be going out for pilot season for half hour work and that’s the gamble I’m taking.
I don’t think that they know fully what’s happening with Miss Match so therefore I don’t know how many more if any, if the show’s even gonna keep going.
When you gain 50 pounds during pregnancy like I did, you fear that you’ll never get back in shape.
I had my heart set on becoming an English teacher, but stumbled into acting after meeting a theatrical agent in my dad’s restaurant in San Diego.
I really wish I could sing so I could front a band, because that would be a dream come true, totally. I want to sing. Can’t do it though.